Adam is THE WORST for ruining surprises. It was the best moment of my life when I successfully pulled off a surprise party for his 30th birthday, because sweet LAWD the man is hard to fool!
Thus, procuring and hiding his Christmas gifts is always a struggle. Especially since I am terrible at keeping secrets, crack under pressure/tickling and share a tiny house with an expert snoop.
This is a conversation that occurred two hours ago in my house:
Adam: Hey, what’s in here?
Me: Stop it! Get out of there! (trying to grab the bag) Those are stocking stuffers!
Adam: Ooooh! (holds bag above head) I saw Reese Peanut Butter Cups! Hmm..who likes peanut butter cups…who…who…OH WAIT I DO! And I think I saw “Wired” magazine too?
Me: Aarrrrggghh! Give it!
Adam: And what about my big gift Madeleine….Did you get me a watch?
Me: (unsuccessfully trying to conceal a smile) No.
Adam: Ah HA!
Me: (snatching the bag in a fit of rage) THIS IS WHY WE DON’T HAVE NICE THINGS. And you know what? You don’t GET peanut butter cups any more. How do you like that?!
And then friends, I proceeded to open his Christmas chocolate and eat it in front of him, while making exaggerated “Mmmm, mmmm” noises.
Adam: Can I have one?
and thanks for reading.
Madeleine, Adam, Olive, and Gus