Tate is completely incapable of keeping my Christmas gifts a secret. Ever since the beginning of our relationship, I’ve somehow figured out what my gifts were going to be. Not only do I have extensive detective training from all my years of watching Scooby Doo, but Tate is a bumbling idiot when it comes to hiding the evidence of his purchases.
So far this year, I’ve found out that I’m getting a calendar which was delivered by the UPS man in a box with the words CALENDARS.COM in big! bold! letters. Usually when Tate orders something online for me, he gives me a heads up and tells me not to pick up any of the packages left by the UPS man. This year he forgot.
The other night when I was wrapping presents (I went ahead and wrapped my calendar *rolls eyes*), I needed to look under the bed for more boxes. Guess what I found? That’s right, Scooby, I found another one of my gifts, a digital frame keychain. Tate won this keychain at his company’s annual Christmas party, but he’s trying to pass it off as a gift he went out and purchased himself. Apparently he’s forgotten about my super sleuth skills (the gift had a sticker that made it obviously a company gift.) This gift luckily is accompanied by a funny story, so that in the future I can say things like, “remember the year you regifted that keychain to me, your wife?” By the way, I went ahead and wrapped this gift, too.
A few weeks ago, Tate was on the phone with his mother when he came into the living room and attempted to non-chalantly pick up the Land’s End catalog. In a very exaggerated tone, I heard him say to his mom, “I wanted to talk to you about Carson’s gift….,” then in hushed tones in the other room, I heard him say,”Okay, I really wanted to tell you about the things Jennifer wants out of Land’s End.” My detective skills are really being put to the test. Gee, I wonder what I’ll be getting from my in-laws? Hmmm.
Last year, I found the post-it note with all his purchases stuck on the inside of our desk drawer….a drawer I used most everyday. Other years, I’ve been reconciling the checkbook and come across purchases at stores like The Limited and Ann Taylor. It doesn’t take Velma to figure out that he’s purchased something at these women’s stores for me. Even my engagement ring wasn’t a surprise, since the jeweler left a message on our answering machine saying the ring was ready for pickup.
I’m hoping that I’ll at least get one complete surprise, even if it’s a cheesy coffee cup.
What are you getting for Christmas?