The Chief got two versions of my Christmas list this year. The nice list, and the naughty list. The naughty list was surprisingly short, then again, when your friends and family asked what your sweetie got you... well, you don't show them the naughty list. Regardless I had only one item on my naughty list and the Chief and I agreed that it would make a much better birthday present or v-day present. It involved a complicated task of registering and signing up with credit cards and just too much work.We decided to wait.
Thursday night he texts me, "I need you to do me a really big favor. But I can't tell you what it is. K?"
Mmmk.... WTF? "How exactly do I help with without knowing what I'm doing?" I ask.
"Just... don't read any of your emails, and when I get there I'll delete it okay?"
So when he gets there he is giddy, just totally laughing and happy. I let him have his moment on my laptop, fiddling around, still laughing like a kid in a candy store.
And he's like this. All night long. ALL NIGHT LONG. Smiling and laughing and telling me how excited he is for his imaginary thing that I have to wait at least 7 to ten days for. And then when it arrives I have to call him so he can come get it, because I can't open it without him. I love a good surprise, but this, this is making me just a little crazy with curiosity.
When we get home that night he is still giddy, but suddenly plagued with guilt. He asks if I want to know what it is, and I certainly do, but I tell him no. Because really, I would MUCH rather wait. Seeing him THIS excited is certainly worth it. I sneak upstairs for a class of water and when I come down stairs he has the computer screen open to a familiar image.
He smiles so big I imagine it must genuinely hurt. "You have to promise to call me the minute it get's here. I'll skip work if I have to. And you have to promise that you'll act surprised!"
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