Wednesday, December 07, 2011
I Kid You Not
So, speaking of Christmas and Santa (but please, Lord, no ho-ho-hos), I have only a very short list of shopping still to do. And on that list are the two hardest gifts I have to buy -- for my bosses. What in the everlasting heck do you buy for two sleazy lawyers? And they are, too. Sleazy, I mean. One left his wife for a bimbo client and the other, 40 years the other one's senior, does -- no joke -- Dial-a-Ho on speaker phone in the afternoons. And when he gets lucky -- well, you don't want to know the details. I have a strong stomach, and I don't want details. What I want is outta there, but that ain't happening unless I get lucky with Santa.
But back to my question -- what on earth do I get these jokers? It doesn't have to be dirt cheap, but I'm not paying a lot, either. I need help here because, left to my own devices, they could end up with rubber gloves and porn gift cards. Ugh. I don't think so. What about gift baskets filled with anti-bacterial stuff and some antibiotics? You think?