On the day after Christmas, all of the calendars are half off.
Mom and I make this an annual pilgrimage. We've named it Calendar Day. And nobody messes with Calendar Day.
A lot of hard decisions get made (that's a picture of Mom, contemplating. She'd kill me if she knew I posted this, but she won't because she doesn't read my blog).
There are calendars for every taste. And for those with no taste. (Why do they call them Lingerie Calendars? Just call 'em BOOBS IN FANCY HOLDERS and be done with it?) :)
But there are some calendars I just don't get.
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| DECISIONS, DECISIONS. |
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| I'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND THIS CROSS-MARKETING. EVER. |
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BIGGEST, MOST EXPENSIVE BOX-OFFICE BOMB OF THE SUMMER.
OF COURSE IT DESERVES A CALENDAR. |
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| OK, I DO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE. IT'S CAMPY FUN. I JUST WANTED TO INCLUDE IT. |
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| ONE-HIT WONDERS NOW RATE 18-MONTH CALENDARS. |
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| SO DO TV SHOWS THAT ENDED TEN YEARS AGO. |
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| GREAT SHOW, BUT A CALENDAR? |
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| NOT EVEN A GREAT SHOW. |
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| WTF? |
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| SIGH. |
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