I know; I know. Curiosity really doesn't kill you. But it does make life a tad more hyper.
Every year Mrs. Bryan graciously wraps Bobby's presents for him. The first 3-5 years of our marriage, I would almost always get a phone call saying, "Monica, there's a package here with Bobby's name on it from ____. Did you order something?" And I would laugh and say "No, check with Bobby." And she'd reply "Oh shoot! I forgot!" And I would inadvertently have a very good clue what my Christmas present would be.
But the last few years she hasn't done that. With an exception of a few years, I've almost always been able to guess what my presents are before opening them (which I love to do), and I've figured 2 of my four out already. (She brought them over last night.) One is a book. I can feel the dip in its spine and the edges of the cover. Not sure what book, though. It's not the quilting book I asked for because that is a large, flat paperback. I know I'm getting material because I saw the e-mail receipt and I can feel the softness through the wrap. But the other two have me totally baffled. One is too heavy for me to shake, which really has me puzzled. The other is wrapped in a box, and is lightweight, but I haven't shook it yet. That will be tomorrow's treat.
Meanwhile, I'm starting to get a little bit nervous about some gifts I've ordered which haven't arrived yet. We start the journey home next Tuesday, and it would be nice to have things in before we leave.
And on the quilting front, I have 7 hoops left to quilt and then the edging and washing to get all the quilt markings off of it. WHOHOOOO! I might actually have it finished before we go. (Might being the operative word here.)
So I'm off to crank up the radio and get started on Christmas cards, then quilt!
Every year Mrs. Bryan graciously wraps Bobby's presents for him. The first 3-5 years of our marriage, I would almost always get a phone call saying, "Monica, there's a package here with Bobby's name on it from ____. Did you order something?" And I would laugh and say "No, check with Bobby." And she'd reply "Oh shoot! I forgot!" And I would inadvertently have a very good clue what my Christmas present would be.
But the last few years she hasn't done that. With an exception of a few years, I've almost always been able to guess what my presents are before opening them (which I love to do), and I've figured 2 of my four out already. (She brought them over last night.) One is a book. I can feel the dip in its spine and the edges of the cover. Not sure what book, though. It's not the quilting book I asked for because that is a large, flat paperback. I know I'm getting material because I saw the e-mail receipt and I can feel the softness through the wrap. But the other two have me totally baffled. One is too heavy for me to shake, which really has me puzzled. The other is wrapped in a box, and is lightweight, but I haven't shook it yet. That will be tomorrow's treat.
Meanwhile, I'm starting to get a little bit nervous about some gifts I've ordered which haven't arrived yet. We start the journey home next Tuesday, and it would be nice to have things in before we leave.
And on the quilting front, I have 7 hoops left to quilt and then the edging and washing to get all the quilt markings off of it. WHOHOOOO! I might actually have it finished before we go. (Might being the operative word here.)
So I'm off to crank up the radio and get started on Christmas cards, then quilt!
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I totally do it too:)