Buck up I must, for tomorrow is our Office
If you're detecting a note of bitterness, you'd be right. Last year I was the unhappy recipient of a stale-perfume-scented handbag from 1986—and not one of the ones that's fashionable again. So mine was definitely a vote for the ornament exchange.With my luck, though, I'll end up with a wreath made of some twine and a fossilized cow pie. Or a classy little rigor-mortized critter tail, a la Sarah Von's family. However, this year our office staff has shrunk considerably. And I don't mean to suggest anything, but those who are gone were notorious for bringing bad white elephant gifts.