Where's that %*#@! memory card reader?
I'm going to lunch with the somewhat large group of Sales and Marketing people from my place of employment. We're going to The Happy Sumo, which is a boon* for people who like sushi. I'm not included in that group, so I'm going to hope that whatever chicken or vegetarian thing I order will be tasty and not smell like seafood (particularly shellfish; actually eating that stuff will cause hives and possibly anaphylaxis).
We're also having a White Elephant Party. Before, during and after lunch, probably. I took a picture of the gift I'm bringing, but naturally the memory card reader has disappeared again. This year I'm asking Santa for a shiny new built-in memory card reader for my computer. That way the little naughty elf who hides CDs, the camera and its accessories, and other pertinent equipment can't walk away with it anymore.
Said elf, however, has been doing a lot of laundry... and for that I could kiss him. Especially because I *know* that it's a different elf who mysteriously leaves hangers all over the house.
Anyway, I'll ask Ben to help me find the card reader later today. Meanwhile, I have to accept that I'm not going to win the contest for "Cheesiest Christmas Sweater or Vest" that is also occurring at lunch today. I didn't go to the thrift store, and (thankfully) I don't think that I own one that would really even qualify. But I have to go check the really-needs-to-be-donated pile upstairs to see if I still have a red sweatshirt I got as a gift in 1992 that might qualify.
*Out of curiosity, I checked the etymology of the word "boon." It's from the Indo-European word "bon" or "bone" which means "prayer." So by not saying "blessing" like everyone else here in Utah County, I'm still effectively referencing religion by using "boon" in its place, albeit in an archaic manner. Unfortunately, I was not using the really cool definition of "boon" that I plan to use sometime (somehow) in the near future: "the ligneous waste product obtained by braking and scutching flax."
