B likes to shop, but what with her job, and church, and a house and two kids -- plus, she has me to contend with -- she doesn't have a lot of time. So she shops mostly online. We have packages arriving at the house from UPS and Federal Express and sometimes the U. S. Postal Service, especally in advance of Christmas.
So last night B and I went out the front door to walk the dog, as we do every evening, and I noticed there were two packages right outside on the front porch. One small box, and one big box.
We walked the dog and as we came back in, I picked up the smaller package and opened the door. I went inside, put the package down, unleashed the dog, then went back outside to get the other box. It was big, so I lifted it up with two hands . . . but it didn't weigh much.
"Oh, this is light," I said to B, as I elbowed my way back inside.
"What?" she said. She was in the kitchen, taking off her coat. "Don't go feeling those packages!"
"Oh . . . I'm not," I said. "It's just that it's so big, and so light. I wonder what it is."
"Never you mind," she said, turning toward me as I entered the kitchen. "Just forget about the box."
"Hmmm," I wondered. "Is this a present for me?"
"Who wants to know?" she teased.
"I hope that big box isn't full of styrofoam peanuts," I said. "They're a pain to throw away."
"Just don't worry your pretty little head about what's inside the box," she said.
I'd placed the big box on the floor by the door, and I was now in the kitchen, taking off my coat. Then I did a double-take back to the box. There was writing on it. It was upside down, but I could make out Travelpro. "Wait a second, here," I said. "I know what that is!"
"No, you don't."
"It's the suitcase you were going to buy for Richie!" Richie is her younger son, and I knew he'd been asking for a new suitcase for Christmas.
She got red in the face. She was a little embarrassed.
"Why, you were leading me on!" I suddenly realized. "You were pretending this was some mysterious present for me!"
"No, I wasn't." But her red face gave her away.
"Hah, you can't fool me," I stated proudly. "I wasn't born yesterday, you know."
"Well," she said, ending the conversation. "That's for sure!"