Oh my dear reader's (however few you are) I have a conundrum and a delightful puzzle. I am the type of person that is easily curious, and once curious, difficult to reign in.
So, when people are doing something and tell me that it is a surprise, I go nuts! I have to know. I like surprises. Like them very much, but if I know there is a surprise coming, I feel like I have to know what it is. The more rational side of me knows that it is better not to figure it out but the cat in me is suicidal.
Anyway, to the point of this post. I have just been told about a surprise. I don’t know who it is for, but I do know that I’m not allowed to know what it is till June! And it involves shopping.
All I know about this surprise is this:
1) it is sensible
2) it does not involve drugs, condoms, or man bra’s
3) it is not a banded item at the army base.
Oh the mystery. I think I’m going to have a cup of green tea, eat a piece of duck (shaped) cake, and try to ignore my inner cat. Not sure if satisfaction is a guaranteed way of resurrection so probably shouldn’t risk it. Though the temptation is there.
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