I was walking around Target the other day, doing Christmas shopping. I had just come from breakfast with my Mom and Grandparents. My Mom just had a hair appointment with my sister-in-law. Like any responsible daughter would do, I asked my Mom if she knew what my sister-in-law and Dave got me for Christmas. Like any responsible mother would do, she didn't answer me! Being the great detective that I am, I deduced that my Mom knew what I was getting for Christmas. So, as I'm walking through Target this thought crossed my mind: (Please insert whine because that's how it went through my head) "It's not fair that everyone knows what I'm getting for Christmas but me!"
You need not worry. As soon as the thought left my unconscious and entered my conscious I realized the silliness of it all.
I would like for you to sympathize with me, though…I live with a man who does not believe in giving Christmas or birthday or any gift hints! He doesn't even like to talk about what we got each other. He acts like it doesn't even bother him that he doesn't know what he's getting. Ha! Rubbish!
I'm a kid at heart. I love Christmas. I love it for all the right reasons…and I love it for all the wrong reasons! I know I'm going to get a present this year; so, I just embrace it. I want to talk about it, I want to guess, and I want hints…what it all boils down to is I'm just a girl who says she loves being surprised but really hates being surprised because I'm NOSY…like Rudolph!
I like to know what's going on and I like to be involved. Sometimes I have to force that upon others, thus ruining my surprises. It's a sacrifice; but, someone's gotta do it!
If you'll remember, this year for my Birthday, my friends and Dave surprised me BIG TIME with a limo bus. As you may have gathered after this post, it's kind of hard to surprise me. I LOVED my birthday surprise! I was so... so... so…SURPRISED! That is so unusual for me because I look for surprises everywhere…not to be a pest…but because it excites me!
Last night at dinner (because I just can't help it, folks), I asked my Mom and step-Dad what they had gotten me for Christmas. It really just comes out of my mouth before I have a chance to talk myself out of it. My step-Dad immediately began playing along and then, I think he dropped a real hint. He told me they ordered something and it's being shipped to my Grandparent's house! Whaa-haa-haa! An answer! A real answer!
The look of shock and horror that flashed across my Mom's face was priceless, folks! She immediately tapped my step-Dad's arm and began saying, "NO! She's the girl you can't tell ANYTHING to, you can't say ANYTHING to her, NOTHING at all!"
Ahhhh, my reputation precedes me! Now, off to my Grandparents house I go!
(Just kidding!)
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