With a week to go until Christmas, I am in my prime.
So of course when I saw this in my bedroom I became intrigued:
I know it’s for me because my husband is the one who put this gift there and I’m the only person he shops for.
So like I always do, I started bugging him about it.
ME: “Why is there a trash bag inside this gift bag?”
HIM: “I didn’t have a box big enough for it.”
ME: “What is it?”
HIM (laughing) “I’m not telling.”
As the tradition goes, I start asking twenty questions.
HIM: “I’ll answer one and that’s it.”
ME: “Okay. Does it have anything to do with the Patriots?”
My husband hesitated for a moment and then heaved a big “Yes”.
Damn. It’s not big enough to be Gronk or Tom. And it’s not breathing.
Later on in the day I discovered this in the bedroom:
At least he found a box big enough for it and he wrapped it. Still, I’m intrigued. And I think the box moved….