Thursday, December 21, 2006
White Ele
phant
The picture's small and grainy, but if you can make out my face, you'll still only know half my excitement upon unwrapping a set of lavendar hand and foot lotions.
The rules to The White Elephant Game seem to change every year. Last time, when we were told to bring crap, I re-gifted a Big Mouth Billy Bass (don't worry, I still had one left over for myself).
Suddenly this year the theme was Good Stuff, even though we were still calling it White Elephant. Whatever. I bought a gift card to The Coffee Bean. Then, during our holiday potluck, everything came unwrapped: cat and dog salt and pepper shakers; a kid's matching game; a small dog in a silly pose that can only be described as "something you'd find at WalMart." What wasn't bad was for ladies: the lotions, for example.
When it was over, I said, "Seriously, does anyone want this? 'Cause I'll probably throw it away." Someone traded me for a bottle of Bailey's-esque.
Kids, the moral to this holiday tale is if you don't get what you want, just complain.

The picture's small and grainy, but if you can make out my face, you'll still only know half my excitement upon unwrapping a set of lavendar hand and foot lotions.
The rules to The White Elephant Game seem to change every year. Last time, when we were told to bring crap, I re-gifted a Big Mouth Billy Bass (don't worry, I still had one left over for myself).
Suddenly this year the theme was Good Stuff, even though we were still calling it White Elephant. Whatever. I bought a gift card to The Coffee Bean. Then, during our holiday potluck, everything came unwrapped: cat and dog salt and pepper shakers; a kid's matching game; a small dog in a silly pose that can only be described as "something you'd find at WalMart." What wasn't bad was for ladies: the lotions, for example.
When it was over, I said, "Seriously, does anyone want this? 'Cause I'll probably throw it away." Someone traded me for a bottle of Bailey's-esque.
Kids, the moral to this holiday tale is if you don't get what you want, just complain.