Arizona and I have a cute little house, with rooms that are
only nominally ‘his’ and ‘hers.’ I don’t spend much time in his office (whoops,
that just autocorrected to ‘orifice’ which sooo isn’t where this is going)
except for doing the dust-and-vacuum routine, and he only really goes in mine
to root for printer paper and envelopes. But there’s no real privacy rule in
Chez Hayworth—save for a closed bathroom door—our living space is a whole lot
of ‘ours,’ which suits us just fine.
Except when it comes to hiding presents.
You see, it’s not that easy finding a Super Secret Hiding
Spot when we’re both equally likely to dig into any of the closets and the
basement is fully finished. Now, mind you, I would probably be safe hanging
things in the back of the bedroom closet with the size 32 pants that hark back
to his days as a high school math teacher, or in the storage room in the box
labeled ‘Jess Foreign Editions.’ But the box is full and with my luck, he’d
pick this week to dig through his old clothes, and I’d hear, “Hey, wow. I don’t
remember getting this!”
Which leaves me with … What? Burying the Season One DVDs of Game of Thrones in the clean towels in
the bathroom? Sliding the windproof fleece jacket between the mattress and
boxspring? Rolling up the thermal biking tights and sticking them in an empty
oatmeal container?
So help me out here, guys. Where do you hide your presents??
The trunk of your car? We had a drop ceiling in our first apartment and Tom hid my presents up there once.
ReplyDeleteI put mine in a suitcase under my bed with a lock on which only I know the combination to. Simple!
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