I'm a cotton-headed ninny-muggins

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.