Everybody has feelings about Christmas stuff being on sale in October, but: Halloween candy in August?! Yes or no?
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Hell, no! It drives me crazy that the unstoppable retail juggernaut has blurred the seasons so much… I don't want to think about Halloween until after my birthday (Sept. 15). I don't want to think about Thanksgiving until after Halloween, and I don't want to see Santa's furry face until the end of the Macy's Parade.
Halloween candy any earlier than October 1st really does bug me, even though Halloween is my favorite day of the year.
But what bothers me more is seeing Christmas stuff on sale in August. And I have been for the last two years or so.
Hell no! Candy corn gets stale (not that I ever eat the dreadful little things), and the mini Reese's Peanut Butter cups tend to… um… disappear.
Wrong. I hate the anticipation of holidays.
True story: Last year, Valentine's candy was out at a store I was in a few days before Christmas.
It is a dark abomination unto the devil. That is all I have to say.
Holiday stuff should not go on sale until 30 days before the holiday. But whatever. I don't get very upset about it anymore. The world is so full of stuff to be pissed off about it's hard to maintain an appropriately high level of outrage toward everything.
no, no, no.
But I give up fussing about it.