I know, I know. It's still September for crying out loud. Trust me, I know. But I just had to mention how my mother already has my Christmas present. That's right, she bought it a couple of weeks ago and not a week goes by that at least once she doesn't say, "So I have you Christmas present..." And me, I continue to ask what it is. (I don't really want to know, but fashion seems to dictate that I respond.) Of course, she won't tell me. The whole point is to rub it in that she has it and increase my suspense. You would think after 32 years, I'd be use to it.
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