Here I was thinking I was all awesome this year for having all (ok, most) of my shopping finished almost a month before Christmas, all the presents wrapped and sitting pretty under the tree. I even taunted Scott a little for not noticing the gigantic new box that mysteriously appeared last week under the tree, wrapped up all nice just like the others, only 5 times bigger and with his name on it. Well, well, well, turns out smug little me…
Last weekend Scott decided to wrap all of his gifts and he’s become quite the expert box wrapper. Then I hear him suddenly cursing like a sailor so I asked him what was wrong. He told me that he measured the paper wrong and had to make an ‘extender’ to cover up the wrapping paper hole.
I said, “yeah, I had to do that with your refrigerator.”
Did I seriously just blurt out what I got him? Yes, yes I did because I am ridiculous. Noooooo, I couldn’t have said your present, I had to say REFRIGERATOR. For a split second I tried to think of a way to cover up what I had just said, but really, there was no way to make it seems like by re-fri-ger-a-tor I actually meant big-red-box or re-fri-cks-mas-present. And I can’t even blame it on pregnancy because I’m sure I would have said it, big belly or not.
This past Sunday Scott spent the afternoon rearranging his office to accommodate his new mini fridge that he’ll be opening on Christmas Eve.
At least he doesn’t know what color it is.
Yeah, it’s all I’ve got left.