Gift Espionage

I've always been bad about trying to figure out what my gifts are before hand. I was the kid who knew all the secret hiding places, all the best ways of carefully lifting up wrapping paper to take a little peak. My worst moment was checking my Dad's ebay username before one of my birthdays, where I discovered a lovely digital camera that had just been purchased. I've got the chops to pull of a very convincing excited/surprised face, but while peeking satisfies my curiosity, it does leave the actual experience being a little cheated.

I bring this up because my birthday is coming up on Sunday, and it is driving me batty knowing that somewhere in the shoebox, there is a gift with my name on it. I could easily find it in, oh, about 15 minutes if I tried. (Sure, I can't find my keys, but my present finding skills never fail.)

It is taking every ounce of my willpower to not be bad. When Zach came home from ''oh, just walking around" I intently did not look back to greet him until he had time to stash whatever it was he was trying to hide behind the grocery bags. When I walk into the closet (where I'm 85% sure it is) I am very careful to just get what I need and get out of there, before the urge to just lift up a few things kicks in. I've even managed to avoid checking the credit card statement, just in case.

The longer I force myself to not look, the more my inner craftiness comes out to play. I have devious plots formulating uncontrollably of how to casually knock things over, subtly interrogate my target for information, etc. Sunday better hurray up, I'm not sure how long I can keep this up.

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