I couldn't help but kiss and hug him, since despite his illness he peed AND pooped in the potty for the first time this weekend. Before the age of 2! I'll spare you the photos, but there certainly was fanfare. Now, of course, I'm teetering on the edge of The Crud, the selfsame Crud that last Wednesday had me in a doctor's office with a screaming toddler whose throat was red and ear infected.
Buck up I must, for tomorrow is our Office
Holiday Party. This year the traditional white elephant exchange was ousted by a much safer ornament exchange. I think some people were happy with their white elephant gifts in the past, say the ones who ended up with the bottle of liquor or the previously owned Oscar-nominated movie, while others were less than satisfied. Let's be honest, the last thing anyone needs in the holiday season is useless crap foisted on you by someone who is laughing all the way to the wine rack.
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.
I remember dead fish being a big hit as white elephant gifts when we were younger. And it was always the same guys that did it too.
I hope you hold out with the illness until your semester is done.
I am glad we never did a gift exchange at the office...
Gift Swap Thingies are tricky and require the right balance of good/bad gifts. My parents' church used to do a good one where almost all the gifts were Nice New Things ($5-10 ornaments, boxes of chocolate, hot cocoa tins, paperback, Christmas Tree Planting Kit), a few were Less Nice New Things but the giver didn't realize it (candle shaped like tiger, cheap chess game), and ONE lucky person would go home with the antique bedpan that came back every year. (The upside to being the one to get the bedpan was that you didn't have to pay for a gift the next year.)
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