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I have a deep hatred for Hellmart, hence the name.  It does save me money, but I end up buying so much stuff while I’m in there it’s depressing.

So B (the husband) and I are walking down the asiles tonight and all of a sudden we stop, look at each other and almost gasp in unison “Do you hear what I hear?” and no, we weren’t naming songs.

The word on the street is that Hellmart started playing Christmas music at 12pm on Saturday.  Seriously?  The Great Pumpkin has barely risen from the pumpkin patch and now Jingle Bells?  What about the Turkey?  I mean surely he and the Pilgrims deserve some attention.

Every year it comes earlier and earlier.

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