So today walking through the mall, I saw a kiosk. It's called "Personalized by Santa". Really?
Parents with kids who still believe: let me introduce you to construction paper and magic markers. You don't have to be an artistic genius to figure this out. Cut a square of paper and write "To: [My Kid] from: Santa." Use colour. Glitter, even. But be careful. You might have fun and feel a weird kind of connection to your long lost childhood. It can be disconcerting if you're not used to it.
Also. To the woman in the bathroom stall next to mine for who relieving yourself is apparently and audibly orgasmic experience. Just. Really? Some things we don't need to know about. Honest.
*Sigh* I know this is just quite a bitchy post. But sometimes I just don't get people, and am not sure how else to react. Sorry.
And to mitigate my apparent judge-y bitchiness this morning and prove the world is not entirely without merit: these.