Gary got two packages today. I know that one box is a part of my Christmas present from him because it says Candy Kitchen on the outside. I requested chocolate nonpareils from there. What I don't know is that the second is a Christmas gift for me as well. He brings it into the room and throws it onto my lap. An early present. It's a pair of socks and my Gracie's picture is all over them. "Thank you so much!" I say. "I love them! But you should have waited till Christmas." I try the socks on and they fit just right. I put them in my sock drawer for a special occasion.
Gary: Remember the package that Stacy said had been delivered yesterday? (Stacy is his daughter and she had sent him a package. Tracking said it was delivered yesterday but we assumed it was delivered to the wrong address.
Gary: It's the socks.
Me: The socks? Wait. What socks? My Gracie socks? You didn't buy them for me?
Gary: I guess not.
Me: How can you forget if you bought them or not?
Gary: I thought I did buy them. Maybe. Possibly. I could have.... Ummm.. I actually saw them online, does that count?
Me: Seeing them does not count. So then they are your socks?
Me: *laughter* *more laughter* * lots of laughter* So they came, you saw them, you liked them and thought - huh - I must've got these for Bobbi?
Gary: I guess so.
It is official. Gary's memory is
just a tad bit a lot worse than mine. BURN!!!!!!!
Nice socks though, eh?