Maybe this is a sign that I spent too many years on the East Coast, but I’m at a loss to explain how a trendy little bakery/coffee place in a very upscale mall could:
a) charge a buck extra to include cream cheese with a bagel;
b) then just put the little squeeze thing of too-cold-to-squeeze cream cheese on the plate and consider their job done.
If I wanted condiments in little squeeze packets I’d use the drive-thru, or at least go to a restaurant with a drive-thru.

I spent a few hours at a mall up in Orange County between appearances at the Orange County courthouse today. Had a disappointing late breakfast (see above) and did some Christmas shopping and Christmas drooling. Since I don’t get out shopping much, I don’t realize all the things I’m missing until I go out looking for things for other people. But now I want that and that and that…

There were two Santas working the mall, and I considered getting my picture taken with one (or both) for the Blog, or at least for Mom. I decided against it, because the parents waiting in the long lines were looking kind of surly and might have revolted if I’d made them wait a bit longer. Besides, I’m faced with kind of a conundrum on the issue of what to ask for from the jolly old elf. If I ask for what I truly want, the request essentially becomes a confession for why I don’t deserve anything at all. And just what would you do with twins, young man? And I’m sure there’s some kind of penalty for lying to Santa about what I want just to look better. All I want is world peace. Maybe I should have gone with ‘Cure for Cancer,’ but so far everything’s working out (Yay RadDoc). I’ll save that one for a future year in case the radiation doesn’t work out. Maybe I can ask for a bunch of things for Pongo and he’ll let me play with them sometimes. Hmmm. Nineteen more shopping days until Christmas.

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