Okay. So here is the rest of the story. I came home from work and I wasn't going to look. Really. Swear. But I heard the bag calling my name from the closet, so I went in, and with sweaty palms, I stood up on my toes because the bag is on the very top shelf of our den closet, and I lifted the bag up very carefully so as not to disturb any booby traps. :ninja: I peeked. Inside the bag was my present...............but.......it was already wrapped with Christmas wrapping and a ribbon all around and a bow so tight that you couldn't fit a toothpick in the knot!! I carefully replaced the bag in the proper position and closed the closet door. That was 3 hours ago. I think I will just have to wait until Christmas morning, and I am relieved that I don't have to suffer any more temptation until then because of my husband's extreme thoughtfulness. I was bad, but the surprise wasn't spoiled.
