Another holiday rant: How the hell do you surprise your husband when he figures out all of his damn Christmas presents? I thought I was being clever with Michael and Katie getting Jeff's present last weekend, but he overheard the conversation. I mean, this is a man who suddenly developed radar ears.
It's like when I would try and surprise my sister with Christmas and birthday presents. She always figured out what they were -- no matter if I smuggled them into the house, kept them elsewhere or beamed them in via teleport.
*sigh* I need to learn how to be stealthier.
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