Last week, I came home to a stack of three packages on our front stoop. One of the boxes contained one of a string of shower/wedding/baby presents I’ve had to order, so I trundled it up to the spare room that’s serving as my gift storage room. But I couldn’t account for the other two boxes.
Well, not completely. JG had told me that day that my awesome mystery birthday gift was out for delivery, and that I shouldn’t peek, so I had a hunch that the enigma was held within the corrugated pile before me. Upon lifting up the packages to carry them down to another room, I realized that the two boxes were:
- From Amazon
- Enormous
- Extremely light
What in the world? Big photo prints? I had no idea.
When JG got home, I reported that the packages had arrived, and he just about rubbed his hands together with glee. “While you’re doing the dishes tonight, I’ll go down and check out your presents. I can’t wait to see them in person!”
Uh, okay.
Sure enough, as I started in on that night’s dirty pots and pans, JG jogged downstairs to survey the loot. He came back up, grinning, and said, “I’m so glad that the boxes just had Amazon’s logo on them. I was afraid that they would put the company logo on the box and you’d check it out just to see what kind of place it was. And then you’d see that they only sell one thing, and then you’d know what it is.”
What was that supposed to mean? I couldn’t even think of a vendor that would only have one product, much less something huge and featherweight. Harrumph.
My sister thinks that it is something fragile. I don’t know what to think. I am not hellbent on figuring out what it is, but I am growing weary of JG’s maddening hints, like how he might order it for his mom’s birthday, too. Last night, after JG said that I would have to open one of my presents tomorrow, on Birthday Eve, but he couldn’t tell me why, I put a stop to it.
“You know how, when people try to convince us that we will automatically want to have kids at a certain point, we both bear down and want to not want to have kids, just to spite them?” I asked.
“Yes…”
“Well, I’m almost at the point where I don’t want to like this present.”
That shut him up.
Two days to go.
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The suspense is killing me too!
You’ll keep us posted, won’t you?
That is such a fantastic response to his mysterious comments! I usually bug my boyfriend enough for a hint that he mistakenly gives me an obvious one and I figure it out. Surprise: Ruined.
Happy Early Birthday!
Torsten used to do that to me too, until I discovered that his hints were mere LIES designed to throw me off-track. Like the time he told me that what turned out to be a camera was a one-time thing specific to a trip we were planning.
Anyway, I am DYING to know what this is. I hope you know that as soon as you open it you had better post about it. THEN try it out. Whatever it is.
That would drive me nuts! I would almost certainly end up snooping. If you can ignore the presence of presents (heh), it’s tolerable, but the suspense is torture.
Ooooh, I am so excited to find out what it is! If this were a surprise gift for me it never would have made it to this stage, Chris is terrible at keeping secrets. He would’ve told me the day he ordered it what it was.
I’ve given up on trying to surprise Joel. If I even hint that I have a good surprise present, he’ll say “Oh, I bet it’s X!” And every single time, he’s right.
There is defiantly a point where clues stop being fun and just start to be maddening. That said, um, HOW MANY MORE DAYS DO WE HAVE TO WAIT?
You had better post pictures and very detailed descriptions as soon as you can! You’re KILLING me (Smalls) with this suspsense!
Really, I think you should post the first part of the present tomorrow night right after you open it. Please.
Gaaaah, I hate cliffhangers!
xox
Yes, my hunch is that it is something small and potentially breakable. The bulk that you see is merely the packing materials needed to ensure that the mystery gift does not break when thrown from delivery man to delivery man to the delivery truck. The mandate to open presents on Birthday Eve is a bit puzzling. Try not to dislike the gift just because someone is perhaps being a bit overzealous about the absolute guarantee that you will adore it.
Save some adoration for MY birthday gift! Woohoo!
I love mystery presents like that. Keeps the suspense going for sure.
Hmmmm I have no good guesses! Huge but light? Only sell ONE thing? I have to think on this…
I can’t think of anything that it would be either.
Maybe photo prints… but aaahhh I don’t know!
I can’t wait to see!!!
JG is much better at keeping secrets then Ted is. He’ll call me up and say he’s got a surprise for me…and I’ll have him cracked in under a minute. He can’t buy my birthday presents more than a day before my birthday, because I can always talk him into telling me what they are!
Can’t wait to see what you’re getting!
Oh I hate surprises, especially if they are presents. I just need to know, mainly because I’m scared that I won’t like it, and then I’ll have to attempt the ‘it’s great’ face.
Although I’m sure you’ll love whatever this is.
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