With Christmas is just around the corner our house, much like many others, is filled with gifts, some wrapped, some hidden and some in plain sight.

On Black Friday I bought myself a couple of pairs of Crocs that I will use as slippers around the house. Apparently I also “bought” Tammy a bunch of stuff from Ann Taylor on Cyber Monday, although don’t remember placing the order directly.

Looks like I’m giving Tammy a Merry Christmas.

This morning, much to my surprise, I found out that Tammy had already cracked into some of her presents that I had “bought” her.

Me: I haven’t been wearing the Crocs you got me because they are sposed to be for Christmas.
Tammy: Really?
Me: Yeah.
Tammy: Then in that case I shouldn’t have worn that sweater last night.
Me: (raised eyebrow)
Tammy: You don’t even know if what I wear is new or not.
Me: I didn’t buy that stuff for you. Oh wait, yes I did.
Tammy: Well, you got me too much stuff. I don’t want to have so much stuff under the Christmas tree that you feel bad.

But from what I learned a few days ago I may not have any presents under the tree.