Thankful #2

I am a Secret Santa. You've probably done this at work: you select a name from a hat, and that's the person on whom you'll blow twenty bucks for something useless that she may or may not want or need. Face it; you don't know much about the people you work with, and the holidays only reinforce the point.

Imagine trying to do it with people you know from an online forum! Then again, I have known most of these people for about four years. I know what they like, what they dislike, what size jeans they wear, what they eat, who pissed them off on July 30th, how many pets they have and what cute things the pets did, whether their bowels are functioning properly, and what diseases they currently suffer.

So buying a present for my SS recipient is going to be a piece of cake. And I can't wait. She is lovely, one of my favorite people. She's smart and beautiful. She's funny. She is kind. She knows what it's like to have a friend and be a friend.

I'll bet she's reading this right now and thinking: I wonder if Doggy's talking about me!

Yes, I am. And I love you. Thanks for being so wonderful. But know that if a package from Baltimore doesn't arrive in a couple of weeks, you are still wonderful, smart, beautiful, lovely, and all the other things I said about you. Even if I didn't pull your name out of the hat.