When the kits to turn your car into a reindeer first came out, they were at least $30 or so, and I passed. But last Saturday I was at a local discount store and found this particular set for $3, so of course I grabbed it!
So I posted a picture on G+, and my buddy Rob commented to the effect that he thought I had better taste than to do this.*
Guess what, Rob? I don't have better taste, I just have iron control over my terrible taste. The louder, flashier, shinier, gaudier and more ridiculous it is, the better I like it. But since I'm not going to get very far at work looking like a drag queen exploded in my closet, I pull back.
Way back.
And because I don't have the budget to light up a ghastly fantasy of outdoor lighting in garish colors every year, I skip it.
But the truth is that I have terrible, terrible taste, and for now, antlers on my car.
*The sister of my heart, the lovely Vio, commented that I needed a speaker which played "Gramma Got Run Over By A Reindeer" as I drove.
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