For all of you out there wondering if I am still peanut-free after the incident in which I almost killed my best friend Sydney, the answer is yes.

I am proud to say I am about a month peanut-free and I have truly never felt better.

Except yesterday when I was in CVS and saw the two pound Reese's Peanut Butter Cup that is always around during the holidays. That was a tough one.

Anyways. For the time I almost killed her, she has found a way to get me back.
She has ruined Christmas.

Not actual Christmas. But the Christmas relevant to me at the moment. My friend's Secret Santa.

When I organized it and made the group, we all decided that we were not going to tell a SOUL who we all had. In high school, everyone always spilled the beans and by the time it came around, everyone knew who everyone had.

But that was high school. This is college.

We are all mature young women who can manage to keep this one little thing a secret.

Or so we thought.

It was just another day in the library. Syd and I were sitting side by side, she was working on her code #girlswhocode and I was working on a paper. We started talking about Secret Santa - first mistake.

Eventually we started talking about what we had all put on our wish-lists. She was pulling something up on her computer. I thought it was going to be something on Urban Outfitters. Actually I'm not sure what I thought. But before I knew it, I glanced over. And low and behold, I saw my name on her computer screen.

We look up. Look at each other. And gasp.
That was it. It was done.

"Can you unsee that?"
"Can you forget?"

No Sydney. No I cannot.

All I'm saying is - the pressure is on. My gift better be SPECTACULAR.

Now we're even. Kind of.