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Work was a bit brutal. Scott showed up at 5:00 (a half hour early) and sat down to read. AFTER we got my boss's dog to leave him alone. For some reason, something about Scott's appearance set him off and he was really barking. My boss kept hushing him but even after Scott was in my office, the dog would bark now and then at nothing. I finally walked out and told him to knock it off. To my everlasting amusement, he didn't bark again. Good grief. Did he think Scott was gonna murder me in my office or something? ;)
So work, of course, ran late. It was a zoo. We found the problem and by about 6 pm, R & M had it under control. I bolted! Scott and I got to the store, picked up a meat-and-cheese tray, and made it to the party at 6:15. Dinner was to be 6:30 but it ended up being about 6:45 because people were still straggling in. It was fun. Lots of things to nibble on, lots of tasty desserts - I didn't even come close to trying everything. Plus a main course of lasagna. I don't know how some of the folks there walked afterward.
Then we did the blind/white elephant gift exchange. There were some really cool things - towels and hot pads, a ceramic snowman/bowl set in four pieces (counting the hat/lid), that sort of thing. Then there were, y'know, the rotato. The potato guns (stick them in a potato, then fire potato pellets).
Naturally, Scott ended up with the cheese coasters and I ended up with the potato guns. P ended up with a catnip toy and silly putty; she has no cats, but she does have sons who once, with their friend, built a gun out of PVC pipe to fire whole potatoes.
We traded. I have a catnip toy for my parents' cats (aren't you glad to hear that, mom, dad?), and she has a chance to show them what a reasonable potato gun is like. (They are all old enough now that they likely have not thought of the incident in years. The holiday embarrassment factor should be beautiful.)
Scott and I had contributed a plush hedgehog, and a scented candle. I'm not sure what the guy who got the hedgehog thought of it, but the girl who got the candle, it turned out, had been meaning to get something to lose the closed-in smell in her house now that it was too cold to just blow it away, and she kept smelling the candle all night. A real hit, apparently.
I dunno. My favorites at these things are the ones people like, not the weird stuff. That felt good.
Pretty lights on the houses in that neighborhood, too. And now I am tired and bed is beckoning. :) Nini!
So work, of course, ran late. It was a zoo. We found the problem and by about 6 pm, R & M had it under control. I bolted! Scott and I got to the store, picked up a meat-and-cheese tray, and made it to the party at 6:15. Dinner was to be 6:30 but it ended up being about 6:45 because people were still straggling in. It was fun. Lots of things to nibble on, lots of tasty desserts - I didn't even come close to trying everything. Plus a main course of lasagna. I don't know how some of the folks there walked afterward.
Then we did the blind/white elephant gift exchange. There were some really cool things - towels and hot pads, a ceramic snowman/bowl set in four pieces (counting the hat/lid), that sort of thing. Then there were, y'know, the rotato. The potato guns (stick them in a potato, then fire potato pellets).
Naturally, Scott ended up with the cheese coasters and I ended up with the potato guns. P ended up with a catnip toy and silly putty; she has no cats, but she does have sons who once, with their friend, built a gun out of PVC pipe to fire whole potatoes.
We traded. I have a catnip toy for my parents' cats (aren't you glad to hear that, mom, dad?), and she has a chance to show them what a reasonable potato gun is like. (They are all old enough now that they likely have not thought of the incident in years. The holiday embarrassment factor should be beautiful.)
Scott and I had contributed a plush hedgehog, and a scented candle. I'm not sure what the guy who got the hedgehog thought of it, but the girl who got the candle, it turned out, had been meaning to get something to lose the closed-in smell in her house now that it was too cold to just blow it away, and she kept smelling the candle all night. A real hit, apparently.
I dunno. My favorites at these things are the ones people like, not the weird stuff. That felt good.
Pretty lights on the houses in that neighborhood, too. And now I am tired and bed is beckoning. :) Nini!
