Ok. This is truly a confession. Specifically because I KNOW I have family members who read this blog, and it may totally change your opinion of me.
I'm a snooper. AKA, I like to locate my gifts.
Before I was engaged, I found the receipt for my engagement ring. Hmm. This meant that when the now-hubs and I were in Maine for fall break and I had a feeling he was planning on proposing, I took a quick sneak to see if I could find the ring.
I didn't. But I did try.
And, if I have a gift under the tree, I'm a shaker and squeezer. But, then again, the hubs bought me a throw blanket last year and didn't put it in a box. That's practically a gimme.
I would like to point out that I currently know the location of my Christmas gift. HOWEVER, I have NOT peeked. And I've only thought about it once. Ok, maybe twice. BUT I HAVEN'T LOOKED.
One time when I was younger, I knew a gift under the tree to be a movie that I specifically requested from my grandmother (she is so by-the-list when it comes to Christmas gifts). I had a friend over and wanted to watch the movie. So I opened it, watched it, and rewrapped it.
Pretty sure Santa opted not to come that year.