My wonderful friend Margene emailed me yesterday to tell me that she sent me a package. But could I please not open it until my birthday. In fact, she wrote, “why don’t you take a picture with the newspaper everyday so I know you haven’t opened it.” What?! Don’t you trust me? I feel like one of Mary’s dogs. Zen gift getting.
There you go, M. THIRTEEN FREAKING DAYS! And damn that box is heavy. 😉 Thank you SO MUCH for thinking of me! I just love presents to open on my birthday!
Oh dear, I feel like a ‘Cara trainer’. You have to wait 13 days instead of 5 seconds. That’s a wicked mean way to give a gift.
whoa — that Margene is an evil genius! that whole picture with the newspaper thing is a stroke of pure brilliance!
Yeah, it’s not so much the “Wait for your birthday” part as the “I don’t trust you so I want proof” that gets me!
Ann would know about Margene and the evil genius streak, would she not? A brilliant, evil-and-yet-so-nice genius!!
Hilarious.
What a riot! I’m assuming you haven’t opened the box from the bottom 🙂
Really, Cara, if you haven’t figured out *the* way around this paper/photo thingy, you’re more burnt than you thought. 😉
Oh Nona figured out what I thought you might do;-)
Rock Chick rocks! LOL
Looks like you’re holding the package hostage!
😉
Ooooh, how fun! Don’t peek! You’ll ruin it! 🙂
LOL! The very first thing I thought was, “well, you could just open it from the bottom…”
Whoa, that Margene is a harsh task master. Brilliant, too. Although she must have forgotten how much talent you have with doctoring photos….
Instead of Proof of Life it’s Proof of Restraint!