Secret Santa

I'm toying with the idea of writing greeting cards. It's certainly something I could take up once my contract expires at the end of February.

My latest idea:

Picture a smartly sketched woman, slender and wearing some type of garish holiday outfit. Maybe a red cat suit or a green sequin dress, with a slit up to *here*. You know where I'm going with this... the kind of gal who puts the ho in Ho Ho Ho. Very Kim Catrall in Sex And The City.

Anyway. She'd have one of those little fuzzy red hats you can buy at the neighborhood Walgreens, the ones that have a white pom-pom at the end... and she'd be dangling a shiny glass ball ornament from the tips of her beautifully manicured nails.

The caption below the sketch would say "Forget the Christmas tree..."

On the inside... it would say...

(Please keep in mind my dirty brain was acting up yesterday)

"I'm the holiday gift every man wants under him."

If I see that on a Maxine card in a year or two... I'll cut your liver out.

Just kidding. Violence is really bad, kids.
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I was visiting Cathy's site Domestic Psychology (one of my favorites) when I discovered a link to a huge Secret Santa exchange for bloggers.

I am a sucker for presents (giving and receiving) so I signed up. Basically you make up a wish list at Amazon (click here to see all the cool things I want)... and that list gets sent to someone, who will buy something for you (15 buck limit.) You have to buy someone something, too.

The only question I have of this whole deal is... I'm not sure how I actually receive the item, since I've yet to give anyone my mailing address.