gift gaffe

"I can't decide what to get you for Christmas," Kimberly confessed. My thoughtful supervisor was embarrassed by the admission.

It made me feel bad that she'd been thinking of me during her shopping moments over the last few weeks. Why? Well, quite frankly, I haven't thought about her in the slightest. I just figured we'd draw names or something and just give hyper-lame, strong-bad gifts of mugs or pencil sets or perhaps gold tone bookmarks die cast in one of China's adult re-education camps. (I prefer adult re-education camp products because I support global edu-ma-cation!)

But I can't do that now! Etiquette really bites sometimes.

So now I'm going to have to get her more than that plastic giveaway rainbow slinky that I got at the book expo last summer.