On the fourth day of presents, someone bought for me...
a box of Cheez-Its, two quarters and a nickel.
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The 55 cents for a soda in the machine were taped to the top of the package. On a post it note. Not sure those folks on HGTV would approve of such crude wrapping, but I got a kick out of it. As a matter of fact, and this is how goofy I am, I was so excited to get 55 cents taped to a box, I paraded it around the office. Someone asked me, "what's in the box?". I don't know, but there's 55 cents taped to the top! Are you blind?
Of course, the guy across from me has got me beat. For his Thursday gift, he got a six-pack of Bud Light bottles. $2-3 gift? Right.
Its not fair. I'm going to cry. Waaaaaaa! I'm going home. And I'm taking my Cheez-Its with me. You bet.
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Turns out I have to stay at work to get paid. Who knew? So I guess I'll hold off on the pouting and going home routine until 5pm. Although planned pouting is kinda ridiculous.
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My secret person got a big pink velvet furry box of cookies. She'll love that. I hope. Unless she's the rare girl that doesn't like pink. In which case I'm screwed.
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I haven't bought the big gift yet for tomorrow. No idea what to get. I'm seriously entertaining the idea of hiring Ninjas to come in and throw chinese stars at cubicle walls and fight the UPS guy with their nunchucks. That would be so cool you don't even know!
My sister in-law thinks that's silly. She says I should pony up for some makeup or stuff from Bath&Body Works. I think if you give that to someone its like giving them a breath mint: you stink, here's some fancy soaps to make you smell nice. Am I crazy? Of course not. Am I wrong? Most likely.
My brother thinks I should get her a sewing kit and a bottle of cookie mix -- 'cos girls like sewing and baking.
Blink. Blink.
I'm not sure what I'll end up getting, but I can guarantee you it won't be THAT.
(For the record, I told him he'd best not be buying that for his wife. The couch might have a visitor if he does.)
You bet.
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