With our first wedding anniversary imminent I'd dreamt up a mischievous plan to mislead Mrs Powersurge about what anniversary gift I am actually going to give her.
The intention was to write "in secret" on this blog about what I had bought for her, knowing that she very very occasionally takes a look at VSX to see what rubbish I've been spouting.
I was then going to put something in the Comments section explaining to anyone who'd bother to read it (but hopefully not Mrs P) that it was all just a Machiavellian scheme cooked up as a smokescreen to raise (or lower) expectations.
However I got so excited about the thought of all this that I promptly went and told her about it. Ooops!
Sometimes I just find it too hard to keep from Stabucketta exciting secrets such as presents - I just want to share it right away!
For example, I've twice this week had to stop myself telling her about when I was in the showroom at the weekend getting her present. I told the car saleswoman that the present was for our anniversary, and she got all quite teary about it, telling me that her husband of forty years had died at Christmas... but that my own wife would absolutely love the gift... and all that time I was hoping that no-one I knew would walk past...