David has another tacky gift exchange at his office this year.

Every time I hear about a tacky gift exchange, I think of Scott B. down in Houston and how he didn't quite "get it".

I thought we laid out the ground rules quite well. But, Scott brought a nicely wrapped set of Christmas dinnerware, and he ended up with an inflatable "love sheep". He was really mad!

I told David I would come up with a tacky item for his get together, and when I saw Fishy Cat, I knew it was the right thing.

I found Fishy Cat at the yucky neighborhood WalMart, and to tell you the truth, I was a little embarassed. He is kinda cute if you look past the fish in his crotch.

I put him on the conveyor at the checkout and the cashier started to MEW as he rang up my purchases. That wasn't a great sign.

I will tell you that normally, I don't break things, but the very minute I walked into the parking lot, Fishy Cat broke free of his plastic bag and rolled away.

His ears broke off.

It was tacky gift exchange revenge. I'm serious. I never break anything.

When I went back in, I planned to pay for another Fishy Cat but the cashier wasn't having it. He called it an "even exchange", even though I told him, "I broke off his ears!"

I did a little online poll about what should go in Fishy Cat. The overwhelming response was that Fishy Cat was a panty jar. I recommended some Swedish fish or some tuna and sardines.

David recommended some homemade cookies with sardine head decor.

What ended up inside Fishy Cat was a package of WalMart lemon cookies.

Let me say it: Anticlimactic.