So sneaky

Yesterday we did a last-minute Christmas shopping trip to Yakima and I still couldn't get Jim to give me any ideas for additional presents beyond the two I've already bought and my secret ironing elf duties during this past month. In a moment of exasperation I told him because he had given me so little to work with, I had been reduced to doing his ironing because it was the only thing I could think of to do as a gift.

"Oh, I know about that," he said.

"You what?" Whereupon he confessed to having read my blog (?!), and also that he was just waiting to see if I could hold out and keep from telling him. Which I utterly failed at.

Sneak. Rotten blog-reading-picky-pants-who-also-happens-to-have-bought-me-extra-presents-and-of-course-I-still-love-you-even-though-you-are-a-sneak.