Blair and I have a running joke that he is incapable of surprising me. I always find out ahead of time. For example, we were cleaning house Wednesday night and I wanted to tidy up the pile of CD's sitting out.
"Where are the CD cases to these?" I asked.
"In the car in the middle section between the seats," he replied.
I went out to the car and looked in the middle section but the cases weren't there. I popped the trunk, figuring they might be in there. They weren't, but I discovered something better.
I came back into the house waving the Wal-Mart bag that contained the newest Harry Potter video. "Look what I found!" I said.
He grimaced. "That was supposed to be a surprise for us to watch this weekend. Why were you in the trunk?"
I kissed him. "Because I rule, that's why."
THEN, after we were done cleaning, he brought me 2 Dove dark chocolate candy pieces. I LOVE dark chocolate and am not to be trusted around it so I usually have him hide candy from me.
But the next day while Blair was at work, I was craving chocolate. I figured he had bought a bag of it. But where would it be? I checked a few obvious places like the closet and dresser drawer. Nothing. Then I applied my Vulcan-logic.
He's much taller than me, so the hiding place would be somewhere high, where I couldn't easily reach. But not high enough that he'd need a ladder to get to it. Plus, he brought me the candy right after we finished cleaning. Which led me to the top shelf in the bathroom closet where--BINGO!--I found the bag of candy.
I had it laying on the kitchen countertop when he got home.
"How did you find that??" he sputtered.
I shrugged. "I'm just that good."
Now if I could only find those missing CD cases...