On Tuesday we are going to have a gift swap. You know the kind: draw a name, give that person a gift, $10 maximum cost.
Even though the draw was a couple weeks ago, I haven’t bought the gift. Mainly because I had no idea what to get. I barely recognize the person I drew by name as being an employee, we’ve never interacted in any way, and I have zero idea of what he might like. Assuming I’m picturing the right person, he’s 30ish, and I think he’s single, though I’m not sure why I think that.
Anyway, I’m terrible at finding interesting gifts. Mostly because I keep thinking that if there were anything out there that would bring happiness into your life that only cost ten bucks – wouldn’t you already have one or more of it? Which leaves the stupid novelty gifts, candy, knick knacks…and, really how many novelty mugs does any one person need???
Okay, so I kept putting off looking for a gift. And now it is blizzarding. The idea of shoveling out and heading to a mall just appalls me.
OTOH, I have spent all of yesterday and so far half of today baking cookies. TONS of cookies. GOOD cookies, if I say so myself. I have cardamon/nutmeg flavored sugar cookies, I have raspberry thumbprints, I have apricot bars, I have chocolate angels (hey, who says angels have to be white?), I have shortbread, I have date nut pinwheels, I have chocolate crinkles, I have… Well, enough cookies to put half the diabetics in American into sugar shock.
Soooo — would it be ‘acceptible’ to use an assortment of cookies as a gift exchange present? I mean, if you got a box like that in a gift exchange, would your first reaction be:
a) Cookies! Yummy!
b) Cookies?? What, the cheap bastard couldn’t even go out and spend ten lousy bucks?
Be honest, please. If I have to, I will put on my big girl panties and brave the stores tomorrow after work.