Christmas music

The Wife loves Christmas music.

She's gathered her Christmas CDs together, and is waiting on me to get off her computer (my MacBook's not back from the shop) so she can put together a Christmas music playlist for her iPod.

Me? Not so much.

That is, I doubt I'll be adding a bunch of Christmas songs to my iPod. Sure, there's "Happy Xmas" by John Lennon on there, but that's because I've put my John Lennon CDs on my iPod. No other reason.

I hear plenty on the radio. When I listen to the radio.

I hear plenty in the stores. When I'm in the stores.

I don't know. I've just never been much on listening to Christmas music.

Sure, I'll sing Christmas carols with the children ... or the grandchildren, now. And I'll go watch the Nutcracker ballet or other holiday productions. So, it's not like I don't like Christmas music. I just don't go out of my way to listen to Christmas music.

But, Christmas music was something that I encountered yesterday.

We went shopping yesterday. The Wife and me.

And that meant hearing a bunch of Christmas music. Which was fine.

Only problem was the drivers of the other cars. Most of them, anyway.

I'm not saying Christmas music makes them drive crazy. Because a lot of them drive crazy in July, March, and all the other months far away from Christmas.

I now it's just the fact that so many people are out on the roads, that increases the number of idiots on the roads.

And in the parking lots.

And in the stores.

No, it's not the fault of Christmas music. And I'm not trying to suggest it is.

It's just all the crazies that are out when Christmas music is playing.

The Wife is ready for me to get off her computer so that she can finish her Christmas music playlist. So she can get her CDs back and playing in her CD player that she has blaring through the house.

And even money says one or two crazies show up at the front door today.

"You think you'd want to drive a hybrid?"

Watching some movie that TiVo recorded today. Just the Wife and me.

First commercial break happens, and there's a commercial for a Honda Civic. At least, I think that's what it was for.

Had the "Odd Couple" music paying. One guy was driving around in his Civic, picking up trash that another driver was tossing out. And, at the end, he returned all the trash he had collected. And that's when we realized it was a car commercial.

For a hybrid car. The Civic.

The Wife turned to me and said, "You think you'd want to drive one of those? A hybrid?"

I looked slowly over at her.

She added, "For the gas mileage?"

And I asked her, "You're asking me that? And you drive what?"

Now, just so you know, I drive a Chevrolet. An older car. A '99 Lumina. They don't make those anymore. But I like it. Have put nearly 160,000 miles on it. And, of course, it's paid for. Been so for a while.

And it gets between 25-30 miles per gallon, depending on how much highway driving I do.

The Wife? She drives some big-ass Ford truck. An F-150. About 4 years old. And it'll be paid for in two months.

And she gets about 10-12 miles per gallon, depending on how much highway driving she does.

And she wants to know if I want to drive a hybrid.

She stuttered and stammered for a bit when I asked her, "You're asking me that? And you drive what?"

Now, this isn't to say that I won't get a hybrid.

It's just that I'm not sure about when she's going to get that mote out of her eye.