Thursday, December 21, 2006

Speaking of books...

last night Photogal was trying to locate a present, but couldn't remember where she hid it. She was looking over our bookshelves to see if it was stashed there when she said, "Oh, when did you get The Book Of Dave?"

I said, "I got it when we were in Florida."

She said, "Oh, I guess I'll return the copy I got you for Christmas."

I was so bummed. Here she had been sneaky, and awesome, and attentive, and picked out something I had actually wanted and I went ahead, and I ruined it by buying it for myself. Is it possible to feel like you let someone down by ruining their surprise, even though you didn't mean to?

Damn.

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