He tells me I'm going to love it and for me not to open ANY packages that come in the mail from now until Christmas. Ok. But, you see, I LOVE opening packages.
I don't care what they are. It's the excitemnt of it all! The unknown being revealed!
Even when I'm expecting a package, it's still exciting.
Well, the package arrived. I was so determined to be good and conquer my habit, that I didn't even bring it into the house. I just left it on the back porch. So my Mister gets home, sees that the package arrived, and brings it in and puts it on the dining room table. I was so proud of my restraint and I admit, I bragged a little. He just said "Good, you shouldn't open it. It's for Christmas." Well, duh!
Anyway, it's been almost two weeks. The package is STILL on the table!! I walk by it everyday! It looks at me and begs me to open it!!
"Please, Liz, open me. Don't you want to see what's inside? I promise it will be good. Just a peek. I won't tell. It'll be our little secret."
I tell my Mister, but he just laughs.
I'm going to open it. It's not my fault.
He knew I had this problem when he married me.