I took this picture last month with plans to make a confession of another sort. You see, I had recently landed on FM 100, a local soft music station. It's the one we all made fun of as teenagers. It's the one they play in shopping centers and on elevators. Old people music.
And when I found it again last month I discovered that I now know the words to most, if not all, songs they play these days. Does that mean I'm old?
Oh but really that wasn't the confession I came here to make today. I hesitate to even say this knowing that many of my family members read my blog and I'm certain I'll come under fire with lots of disapproving looks and/or comments. But here goes.
One November first FM 100 started playing Christmas music. And in my car I listen to it. There. I've said it. I've been singing songs like "Baby It's Cold Outside," with Dean Martin, "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year," with Donny Osmond, "Little Saint Nick," with the Beach Boys and "Frosty the Snowman," with Gene Autry.
And it isn't even Thanksgiving yet. Go ahead, poke fun. Express your disappointment. I can take it. I'm a little disappointed in myself too!
in the mean time, ho, ho, ho!