I have a black Mastercard and I bought you a prezzie with it.

Not exactly my card, but close.

This is not nearly as big a deal as an American Express Black Card, formally called the Centurion Card, which apparently requires the holder to spend $250,000.00 annually, has a 2500.00 yearly fee, and is (always?) made out of metal instead of plastic.

No, my lowly Mastercard is a simple card, just like any (with better interest rates than most).

But in the last two weeks, four people have looked at me strangely and asked if my black Mastercard is like the black American Express card.

Hahaha!

They want to know if I'm somebody! If I'm wealthy! Or famous!

I say, no.

And laugh. At them. Because generally speaking, if I had an American Express Black Card, I probably wouldn't be using it at their stores.

My holiday gift to you can be found at the end of my latest Nervous Breakdown post. Collect it by reading!

And don't worry, the post is not a sappy sentimental tribute to the crazy gift-buying season (though I hope you get some good ideas from it).