Tonight, I took The Guy home after his annual Christmas party with all his friends at the local pub. As I was leaving, he said he had something for me. I thought, "Seriously, if he got me another gift, so help me, I will shoot him."
He came out with a sheepish look on his face. "Actually, it's from my Mom." He walked down the stairs with his hands full of something I couldn't make out. Then he showed them to me.
A stack of bridal magazines.
I laughed my head off. And here I thought it was too soon to start planning, so I've been keeping a lot of it to myself. His mother disagrees and I couldn't agree more. I'm just a planning kind of girl.