A Breaktime Boredom Question

What's the worst gift you were ever given?

Mine was a frog statuette that my friend Blake bought and gave to me because it was hideously ugly, and he thought it'd be funny to give it as a present to someone.

"And because it's a present," he said, "you can't get rid of it!"

Well, I showed him. After the hideous object failed to sell at a yard sale a couple years ago, I simply threw it away. I felt only the most minor twinge of conscience.

Closer runners-up would include any number of things given to me over the years by well-intentioned relatives. For example, the self-cleaning litterbox my father gave me which terrified my cats and clogged at least once a day, whilst taking up the greatest possible area of floor space in my study. Clothing and jewelry given to me by my mother which is not at all in my taste, but very much in hers, would also go on the list.

But the hideously ugly frog - it was wearing a pink dress, and a yellow bonnet, and smiling grotesquely. Beyond that, I can't even really describe the thing - tops the list.

So what's the worst gift you've received?

"Borg tackles redshirt decision"

I was checking to see if I had any mail over at my parents' house, and happened to glance at today's paper, spread out over their dining room table. A tiny corner of the sports section, the only bit not covered by the classifieds, held the following headline:

Borg tackles redshirt decision

Hee! Borg! Redshirt! *laughing hysterically*

Well, in other news, I'm looking quite well put-together, today. My outfit is nice, and my hair looks great, for once. I haven't got any plans for the evening, of course. :-P The most "out" I'm likely to go is to the grocery store. Blah.