Monday, June 28, 2010
I am impatient.
Because of this, I rarely procrastinate. I do the opposite - I have to do things RightThisSecond or else the world might fall apart. I can't sleep if I have more than a couple of things on my to-do list, so they must be done straightaway.
Because my husband knows the pain I suffer at waiting for things, he is currently torturing me about my upcoming birthday (only THREE MORE SLEEPS!). He'll throw in little teasers in day-to-day conversation, like: 'When I give you your present...' or 'You know, I was thinking the other day that I should wrap your present and put it right here on the table so you have to look at it until Thursday...'
He knows this makes me say things like, 'Oh, so it's a good one then?' or 'Just give me one little clue' (he did - it's not a new car. For the record, I don't want a new car; he was just giving an annoyingly unhelpful clue.) or 'What is it? - just tell me and I'll make myself forget so it's still a surprise on the day!'
But he won't budge.
He really is mean to me.
I think one reason he enjoys doing this is because he is such a patient person. If I say to Steve, 'I have a surprise for you - want to know what it is?!' he'll say, 'No, that's okay, I'll wait.'
I could tell him where his birthday present is and he wouldn't even sneak in to check it out. Leading up to our wedding, I had my dress hung up in the spare room and asked him not to look. He didn't.
Me? I'm a sticky-beak as well as impatient. If I knew where my present was, or if Steve had something that he asked me not to look at, I'd sneak a peak as soon as he next left the house.
Yep, I'm an impatient stick-beak who just wants to know - what am I getting for my birthday?!!
Posted at 7:55 AM