Remember when Stephan sprung not only a surprise honeymoon, but also our personal engagement on me? Lucky for us that these surprising roles were not swapped because I’m horrible at keeping the proverbial cat(s) in the proverbial bag(s).
I’m a blabbermouth when it comes to keeping my own secrets, but I’m great at keeping other people’s. This has not always been the case (see: Christmas approximately 1988, when my mom made the mistake of telling me what one of my brother’s presents was and I made him guess and guess until I finally blurted out, “Well, I’m not going to tell you what your Goofy slippers look like!” And then all of my gifts were almost sent to the starving children in Africa).
In my defense, I was approximately 6 and I was very excited about the slippers. Which is why, incidentally, I can’t keep my big mouth shut when it comes to things I’m planning in secret for Stephan (the excitement part, not the 6 part). Which is why, incidentally, I probably shouldn’t have told Stephan that I already have his Christmas gift picked out.
Q–Do you know how long it is until Christmas?
A–Really, really long.
I will just not speak to him until then.
Problem solved.
