We went to Disneyland for my birthday. Our vacation was an unexpected adventure, which I will write about later (what is it with life and not having time to type?!), but anyway ... we got home and I noticed a big package on our doorstep. Mom said she'd mailed me a birthday present, so I assumed the package was from her.
I went into the backyard to quickly water our garden before going to bed, and I heard this mysterious ripping noise coming from inside the house.
"Mark! Don't open my birthday present!" I shouted.
"What? How do you know it's your birthday present?"
"Because Mom said she sent me one. Does it have my name on it, and is it from my mother?"
There was a slight pause, then a sheepish, "Um, yes."
"Okay. THEN STOP OPENING MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT. Thank you."
Hahahaha. I love my hubby.
And don't tell anyone ....... but I open his mail, too. ;)
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