My birthday is next week. When I came home today I found a package on our back porch. I glanced at it just long enough to see that it is addressed to Rob. This means IT IS A PRESENT! For me! I really really really want to open it. Or at least shake it and try to figure out what it is. Or AT LEAST see which company sent it. But I haven't. Yet.

(Rob, you might want to hurry home because I'm not sure how much longer I can resist.)

If you were me, what would you do?

If you blog, do you ever write several blog posts in advance only to find yourself wanting to post them all right away? Really REALLY wanting to post them right away? I rarely write posts in advance, but when I do it is all I can do to stash them away for later. I know I should pace myself, but I really just want to binge post and then regret it in the morning.

This brings to mind a relevant memory. My 1st grade teacher was Ms. Hershey and for Christmas I wanted to give her a Giant Hershey's Kiss. (Heh, like she'd never gotten THAT before.) So my mom bought one in early December and put it in her closet so my dad wouldn't eat it. And every time her closet door was open and I saw it sitting there on the shelf, in its big hunk of chocolately goodness, I really really really wanted to eat it.

And one day I said as much to my mom and I must have caught her in a moment of weakness, because she gave me a sly smile and said, "Should we just eat it?" I nodded vigorously and she took it down off the shelf and together we tore off the crinkly silver wrapping. And then she carried it reverently to the kitchen and cut it into slivers and we ate and ate and ate. It was SOOOO good. And I think we gave Ms. Hershey some lame-ass ornament instead.

That is one of my favorite little-kid memories of my mom. (Heh, despite the fact that, without even knowing it, in that moment she taught me that it's okay to put yourself before others and it's okay to give in to your bodily desires.)

Ah what the heck, I think I'll post this now.