and the bottle-opener saga continues...

   We are currently doing a whole Secret Santa thing in the cast. Some of the gifts circulating have been really very nice--a foam memory pillow, itunes gift cards, jazz cd's, bottles of wine. And this is just supposed to be the small stuff before the big gift that we give right at Christmas time. 

  So, I decided to step it up today with this gift basket for my secret santa (would it be called a secret santee?). A bottle of merlot. Fine cheese. Crackers. Chocolates. Nice, right?  

  I left the basket alone for a few minutes as I went upstairs. Drew was running out the door, so we said our good byes, and I went looking for a ribbon for a finishing touch.  I went back downstairs, and found this...
   Sweet, helpful, might-be-on-crack Drew took it upon himself to doctor up the basket for me.  I mean what young woman wouldn't want two old utensils, a gun, a walkie-talkie, and a familiar kitchen appliance? Yes, you guessed it--the kangaroo-testicles/bottle opener was sitting on top like the cherry on an ice cream sundae. (turns out it isn't a can opener, like I had earlier thought. Can you blame me for getting it wrong, though? Come on--I really didn't look past the balls to be able to clearly identify it).  All this was in addition to the wine, cheese, crackers, and chocolates of course.

  Sigh.

  I went to work removing the superfluous items. And quickly put the bottle-opener back in the drawer to which it had been relegated, much to Drew's chagrin.  Oh and don't worry--this drawer is not really used, except to store some things that well, are not ever used.  

  So the Kangaballs are out of sight once again.  And the gift basket has been restored to its respectable state.