I sat cross-legged on the two foot square patch of floor I called my living room. The clock ticked away the minutes without my realizing the time. Putting together these Christmas baskets consumed me. They were a mixture of hokey holiday crafting and wedding memorabilia. Unfortunately every member of my family would end up with one these masterpieces and I’d be inspecting to make sure they didn’t trash my gift after the new year.
Just as I put the finishing touches on my last basket, my new husband burst through the door, a package hidden under his coat. Jumping up to greet him and trying to catch a glimpse of the bag, I leaped the entire length of both the living room and dining room, but he was quicker yet. I was kissed by a slammed door.
After what seemed like minutes hours of pestering, my husband finally opened the door and silenced me with his lips. With his breadth still hot on my face, I looked into his eyes and asked, “Is it the snow globe from Saks Fifth Avenue?”
I have spent my entire life honing my gift guessing skills and have become quite efficient at the squeeze, shake, and sniff. FringeMan quickly learned to keep my gifts under lock & key until Christmas morning. Almost nothing I do can make him angrier than when I guess a gift.
Well, tonight’s light situation came close, but that’s another story…
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