We get catalogs! We get catalogs! We get catalogs eeeeeevry stinkin' day!
I don't know about y'all, but we get catalogs in our snail-mail box every stinkin' day of the world (except on Sunday, thank you Jesus).
I really don't know why we get "sale" catalogs. We never buy the junk. But, they keep on sending 'em to us, so I reckon enough folks do to make it profitable for the catalog bombarders.
So, a couple of days ago, The Mrs. just busted out laughing, and hollered at me, "Andy...somebody we know MUST NEED this! It's from The Walter Drake 'Holiday Sale' catalog, and I know it will make the perfect Christmas gift!!!"
When I looked at it, I knew she was right. I mean, this is the gift for that one on your list that has "everything."
I mean, everything except arms long enough to reach their butt crack!
And, it's ON SALE, too!
I swear, I thought of that idea about 25 years ago.
The story of my life...
Well, it seems that you can also order one for that special short-armed rotundo on your list on the computer at:
Be blessed, y'all!