Friday, 10 December 2010
Have you had a heinous Santa experience? A few weeks back my Mum and I lined up with the smalls at David Jones to see Santa. By the end of it, I really couldn't wait to get out of there. Couple rude Santa with a two hour wait = cranky PMM.
Rude Santa asked repeatedly what Tiny's name was. I told him. About three different times. And then he wouldn't believe me.
If you're reading this dear Santa, you won't be getting any mince tarts and beer this year for being so darn rude to me. Hear that?
Maybe next time we'll just go with the Portable North Pole.