End-of-year fanfare
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 Christmas 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.