I go to a lot of trouble to come up with thoughtful Christmas gift ideas. Even with the little things, like stocking stuffers, I go to I make an effort to assure they stay a surprise until the big day. Obviously, that’s easy to do with friends and relatives who don’t live with me. With hubby, it’s a lot harder. We live in a tiny little condo and we’re practically on top of each other all the time and there are very few places to hide things.
Not withstanding, usually I do a pretty good job of it, though . . . with the exception of this year. I amaze myself at depths of my battiness; sometimes. Thankfully, it wasn’t the BIG gift but it wasn’t a minor gift either. And, it surely would have been a surprise.
I was all clandestine and being sneaky about getting this one particular gift and I know he had no idea. Until I sent an email to the person I bought it from. It went to a distribution list that included hubby. Stupid stupid stupid.
But I didn’t even realize it until he accused me from buying this thing out from under him. And he was all snotty about it, too. What? It was supposed to be a surprise for him. What was he talking about? Why was he angry? Ah! You see . . . he was going to buy it for me. Go figure.
So I cried . . . kicked myself . . . pouted. Whatever. Surprise hunny! Merry Christmas!
And yes, even I am an asshat occasionally.
