I saw someone carry in a large flat gift and I knew instantly that was the gift I wanted to open. We drew our numbers and I was number 11 and Andrew ended up as 16 (the last number). Sure enough I opened the gift only to find the one thing I wasn't really expecting, a piece of art that was more than just a no name piece of junk, a Thomas Kinkade print. Not just a small print but a matted and framed 20" by 30" image.
My heart stopped and I found myself not believing that someone brought this cool of a thing to a white elephant party.
But sure enough they did, and the numbers just kept passing with no one even taking a look at the framed wonder sitting right at my feet. Before I knew it, we were at 15 and finally someone remembered that I had this cool thing and stole it. He wanted to use the frame ( I don't think that he knew what it was). Luckily, I chose to steal something that was taken from me that turn. I ended up stealing my picture back in the same turn. Only one steal left and it would be there's.
Andrew was next so I had him kill the present by stealing it from me, and with that it was ours. Oh, the joy... I wanted to celebrate. But instead, I had to sit nicely and help Andrew get a good prize too. Then as soon as it was over I wanted to jet off and hang up my first and probably only Kinkade print of my life. But for social reasons, I had to stay and chat.
I have never left a party with such a joy. It just goes to show that what is one mans junk in the attic is another person's treasure. I don't in any way think that this woman thought of this as junk.
I still have to hang it, but I am going to do that tomorrow. We need a stud finder, can't let this just fall of the wall!
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