I HATE surprises.
With a passion.
I hate surprises more than I hate clowns or lawn knomes.(any anyone who knows me knows that's alot)
I had a funny conversation with a friend who is having a baby and she loves surprises so natrually she doesn't want to find out the sex of her baby. I think she's crazy. I hate surprises and I hate not being prepared. So not finding out the sex of my baby(that I am clearly not having anytime soon) will kill me.
When I was little my parents would have to hide my christmas and birthday presents at my grandparents house because I would search everywhere to find them. Any with my name on them would be sneakily opened a little bit by the 'cat's claw' and I'd just so HAPPEN to notice what it was. That dang cat would only every open my presents, and I'd get blamed for it ;) geez. It got to the point where my parents would bring everyone elses presents out before and mine out at the last minute. Now that I'm older and more mature(obviously) I can handle staying away from the Christmas tree when I go home for Christmas... NOT! The first thing I do is go under the tree and see what has my name on it(not because I want to know how many presents I have) I just hate surprises and want to know what I got. I just hate surprises. I hate having a surprise to keep from other people. I can't keep anything in. I have a HUGE surprise that I've been sworn to secrecy that I wouldn't share until the time is right and it's starting to become too much to handle. Good thing I only have to wait until Friday.
Do you like surprises? What is the biggest surprise you've ever ruined either by blabbing or finding something you weren't supose to?
I have a DANG good surprised look for when I actually already know the surprise. I'll show it to you one day!