Anyway, the reason I say this is because, for the last few years, I've been getting cat-related Christmas gifts from my parents-in-law. (Also Christmas gifts for the cats, which I don't really understand, but whatever. You know: do they know it's Christmastime at all and all that.) So, recent gifts have included a-cat-a-day calendars, little magnet bookmarks with sepia-toned kittens on them, a DVD set on how to train you cat (really, really too late for that), really ug-tastic ceramic Christmas stocking hooks shaped like (again) kittens ... you get the gist.
This year, I got a kitten wall calendar. A calendar! Full of kittens! Kittens gamboling. Kittens frolicking amongst the daisies (no, really). Kittens being fluffy and cute and not at all in a sarcastic kind of way.
The thing is, I actually use wall calendars in my office. I do a lot of letters where a response is required within x number of weeks, so it's really convenient to be able to look up and figure out the response date without jumping into Outlook or similar. But I refuse to be the kind of person who has a non-ironic kitten calendar up. That path leads to ... Laura Ashley paisley and teddy bears, and that is not a handbasket I want to be in. On the other hand, I really do need a calendar.
So finally, last week I broke down and bought this:
(It was either this or golden retriever puppies. Or Twilight. The universe hates me.)
Yesterday, one of the managers walked into my office and noticed the calendar, and remarked that her (teenaged) daughter has the exact same one.*
... I just can't win.
* She also remarked that it was a slight improvement over last year's choice, which was ... Twilight. Really, I couldn't make this stuff up.
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