That’s right. For weeks I have been telling my wife that all I want for Christmas is a hummer, and I am not a truck person, if you know what I mean (wink wink nudge nudge say no more).
So last night, after all the presents are under the tree, and we finish watching Mummy 3 we drag our tired selves to bed. Susanne crawls into bed next to me and I snuggle up thinking…maybe I can get my Christmas present a little early.
All I get is this wry look and “No, today isn’t Christmas, you are going to have to wait”. I wasn’t happy by any means I promise you that. So I grudgingly roll over and go to sleep.
This morning, Braedyn was up at 4 am. Lucky for us Santa leaves the full stockings on their beds so they have something to entertain them for awhile. It didn’t last long. Braedyn was in bugging Granny at 4:50. So Susanne was up before me (and out of bed leaving me all alone in the bedroom). Shortly before 6 I crawl out to get my tired ass a cup of coffee. So you can imagine I figure there goes getting my Christmas present first thing in the morning.
I didn’t get to my stocking for some time, but once I did, I found this. Talk about a tiny hummer.