I am terrible at keeping secrets. I'm an open book kind of person. I mean, I like my privacy and can be subtle when it's necessary. But if I am privy to something worthy of any amount of anticipation, such as a surprise - forget about it. I'd rather not know about it, a standpoint that routinely leaves me out of the loop and wondering what's going on. I used to think that my husband was brilliant at guessing his Christmas and birthday presents, until I realized what had long before become obvious to My Sweetest: I can't keep a secret.
I have a secret. Right now. Tucked away into the crevices of my mind. It involves a plan. And preparation. I've found that I am not above conniving, either.
In fact, I'm learning a few new things about myself.
Curiouser and curiouser...!
I look forward to sharing more with you. Once the jig is up, of course.