Sunday, December 21

i mean, it could just be something that looks like a lamp

Because our families can never agree on hosting Christmas in a common city, the boyfriend and I always exchange presents either a little early or a little late. I, the eternal procrastinator, made a promise to be ready for today—the day before I leave for Texas—and actually made the deadline. However, while walking to my apartment last night he alluded that he wasn’t going to be ready until I’m back on New Year’s Eve. I smugly mocked him, and also thought “well at least I don’t have to trudge through the snow to find wrapping paper tomorrow morning!”

But then he unlocked my door, and, well, this:

(EEEEEEEKS! If you don’t know, you’ll have to wait till I unwrap it…)