So my Mister bought me a present. That's cool. I like presents. 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.
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I have the same problem! I also can't wait to give people their presents. As soon as I buy it I want them to have it! Christmas if just PURE torture!!
Count me in for the same illness! I say he is taunting you and so because of his mean spirited attempt to drive you insane, you should DEFINITELY open it!.....and then quickly wrap it back up so he never knows the difference:)
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