Women Are Inscrutable
As you may know, tomorrow is Valentine's Day.
After surviving a Valentine's Day Massacre of my own in 1999 (a story for another time), I am always sure to be ready to observe this day. This year I ordered something for Katy from a popular online retailer.
As my company frowns upon the delivery of personal packages to work, I had it delivered to the house. The day before it was to arrive I let Katy know that a package was coming, and that she should not open it.
Her first comment was a firm "You shouldn't be buying me anything for Valentine's Day."
This statement was followed up a few seconds later with an excited "Is it a big box or a small box?"
Luckily, you don't have to fully understand something to appreciate it.