Ruining the surprise

I always ruin the surprise. 
Unfortunately Tim and I have an incredibly hard time keeping presents from each other. I am always searching high and low for Christmas, birthday, and anniversary presents. I've gone to some strange lengths to figure out what a present could be. I'm always angry with myself after the fact, but in that moment I'm like a bloodhound on the trail. I.need.to.know.
One year on my birthday I ended up figuring out that my Christmas present would be appearing in a little blue box (every girls favorite color). Now don't get me wrong I was extremely happy to receive a beautiful Tiffany's Elsa Peretti Letter S Pendant, but I'm still not sure if I pulled off acting surprised on Christmas morning. It looks like I either need to take up some acting classes or learn not to snoop. Both of which seem too incredibly difficult.


I got engaged to my fiance (Tim) around 9 months ago. It was a typical Wednesday afternoon during Winter break of our "senior" (read 5th) year at college.  I had woken up in a particularly bad mood and was not ready for anyone's BS. We had plans to go out to lunch and I was dragging my feet all day. In typical girl behavior there was lots of eye rolling and short sentences because we couldn't decide where to go eat. Not that northwest Indiana has an amazing array of places to choose, but  I wanted something simple and fast,and Tim wanted to go to a sit down restaurant. Those are some serious First World Pains right there.Tim continued to annoyingly ask if I was ready, and of course I wasn't. 


I continued to  I have the attitude of a 16 year old girl whose keys had been taken away the day after getting her drivers license while Tim asked if I was ready every 2 minutes.  How dare he? Doesn't he know that I can't find anything to wear in the closet?!  He  ended up turning to me and handing me a book saying  "Here maybe this will cheer you up". I sit down and instantly knew what was happening. In the few months prior  my bloodhound like snooping skills  had helped me  figure out there was a ring  (that I just so happened to pick out) coming my way soon. And then I had  figured out that this engagement would happen before the new year while we were on break. Even though I had no idea when or how it was going to happen I knew it was coming. And that time was now.  The photo alumb was filled with pictures of us, our friends, and memories from the past three years. The last photo was a picture of my engagement ring. When I looked up, tears in my eyes, there he was on his knees asking if I would marry him. Of course, after saying yes, I felt like such a brat giving him so much attitude all morning. Clearly my bad day had changed and the rest of the day turned into celebrating and calling up relatives and friends. 


Not before calling Tim's best friend and finally going out to eat. At Red Robin. Talk about class.