At work, we're doing a "Secret Santa" which I am going to chalk up as being quite moronic since I am technically the only person there who celebrates Christmas. The name I drew was, of course, the name of the hag in the office next door who drapes herself in Coach and complained to me bitterly about having to pay her nanny a holiday bonus. Yay! Holiday party and gift exchange is on Friday. I have bought nothing. Debating between giant gross box of See's candy or a big brown sweatshirt that says "COACH" across the front from a bootlegger in Venice. Will probably end up buying her a scarf that she will condescendingly thank me for then give to underpaid nanny as her bonus.