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Why does every single company Christmas party include the dreaded white elephant gift exchange?

On a happier note, I still have 1.5 personal days left for the year, and am taking one tomorrow, and a half day on Friday.

It’s been a long week.

I’m feeling guilty because I stuck Harry outside for the day, and am worried about his little wussified rear end freezing. Speaking of Harry, Steve has started the “Let Them Swing” campaign. He doesn’t have much time since the dog’s scheduled for a little snippity snip on Monday. Here is the current list of arguments:

“He can’t reach anything–what’s he going to do, impregnate the ground?”

“I would welcome any puppies he sired into the house because you know they’d be freak dogs.”

“How would you feel if your balls were cut off?” (Hmmmph, if I had balls, we wouldn’t be together and having this conversation.)

“It’s cruel.”

And finally, the kicker:

“You just want to get him fixed because you’re a Democrat.”

Should anyone feel compelled to buy me Christmas presents (Steve), here are a couple of things that I could probably live without, but would rather not.

After all, who could live without a history of the Delhi Sultanate?

Or a Writer’s Market?

Or a lightwedge to read them by???