I'm Not So Good With Secrets and Birthday Presents for People I Really Like

Mr. S and I talk every weekday at 5:00.  It's a good tradition, I like it, and I like hearing his voice everyday after woork especially when that day really sucked.  This is a snipit of the conversation yesterday:

Mr. S: "Hey babe, when is my birthday?

Moi: "Um, next Tuesday, why?"

Mr. S: "Oh sweet, so next week when you call my hand won't get tired from holding up the phone."

Moi: "OH REALLLLLYYYYYYYYY?  Is that so?!"

I bought him  these bluetooth headphones he wanted, and since it's one of the only dang things he has ever even mentioned wanting, batabing-bataboom, that's what he is getting. 

A couple weeks ago, just shortly after I had purchased these crazy things, we were talking on the phone and he tells me he is using headphones that his phone came with.  "Well, ok.  So, um, hmmmmmm, do you still want the samsung ones or what?"  He laughes, "Why, am I getting them for my birthday?"  Well, freak! Yes you are.



I cannot keep his dang presents a secret for my life!  It's really because I am so nervous about what to get the man.  Will he like this or that?  What if he thinks I am a cheeseball for buying that?  FREAK!  I am a wreck just trying to do this seemingly simple task.  It's as if I have some new and important job I don't want to screw up. 

Task: Buy gift for the man in your life.

"Ok, well, which department should I start shopping in?  Do you think a basketball game upper-bowl is ok or I think he mentioned that they are only good lower bowl?  If I buy him that hat, do you think this material will ich his head, I don't know, I had better call every stupid sporting good store within a 500 mile radius (no joke!) to see if they have cotton.  Yea, cotton would be better." 

Yep, never found that damned hat in cotton. 

Something always comes up.  I always end up spilling my guts about whatever it is he getting.  I think the universe is against me!  When we got 8th row Laker playoff tickets for free, he relapsed on mono.  See what I mean by the universe being against me?  It's his favorite team.  I had to tell him the plan a few days before so he was prepared for the night out. 

Here is the plan:  From here on out, I don't care what happens, I am not telling a soul, especially Mr. S. what they are getting for thier birthdays, valentines, anniversaries, christmases, and whatever else may come up. 

I want some suprise dangit!