Our first registry gift arrived today!!!
I got a wonderfully unexpected package delivered to my desk at work.
But Zeke won't let me open it until we're together.
How mean is that!
While I understand the concept of togetherness... and I understand that these gifts aren't just for me... it's going to be cruel and unusual punishment if I have to endure 6 months of unopened boxes speaking to me from under my desk.
It's times like these I wish we had a protected vestibule. Or x-ray vision. Because this whole unopened box thing is tough.
1 comment:
I say you open it... and tape it back together.
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