The Blunder of Thunder

So yesterday was Boxing Day. For those of us not from the Great White North, Boxing Day is, as Cookiebitch, stealing from Wikipedia explains:

"…a traditional celebration, dating back to the Middle Ages, and consists of the practice of giving out gifts to employees, the poor, or to people in a lower social class. The name is attributed to the Christmas box, the verb box meaning: "To give a Christmas-box; whence boxing-day."

So where are all my gifts? Joe is:

• An employee
• Poor
• A member of a lower social class, (white male)

I should have been besieged with gifts.

Be that as it may, I am quite thankful that as a result of my poor organizational skills and the font of knowledge that is Cookiebitch, I avoided what could have been a faux pas to end all faux pases. For here I thought Boxing Day was a day to celebrate pugilists by delivering a haymaker to a loved one! Thank God I didn't follow through with my party plans where guests would have been invited to come dressed as their favorite boxer. That would have been truly embarrassing, particularly when folks arrived to find me in blackface as The Brown Bomber, Joe Louis; AWKWARD.

On the plus side, there are still 364 days in which to enjoy beating the stuffing out of family and friends.