"[Mrs. Fungus]: Personalized compass," it said.
Me: Honey, what's this?
Her: Nothing! It's nothing!
My wife is not very good at dissembling.
Me: Well, it has to be something--
Her: YOU'VE RUINED CHRISTMAS
...okay, that last is a bit of an exaggeration. But she did blame me for finding the packing slip she left on my desk after she opened the box containing a little something she'd intended to be a Christmas present, only now I knew about it and she had to give it to me.
"Why do you read things that don't belong to you?"
"It was on my desk!"
Anyway, she insisted the surprise was ruined, so she gave it to me. It's a compass, personalized with the text, "[Fungus], I'd be lost without you. Love, [Mrs. Fungus]."
Well, if I weren't a grizzled old crotchpot I probably would have been moved to tears. Came close anyway. Heh.
I love it.
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Anyway, the only way to ruin Christmas is to put the cow in the hayloft of the creche. That's a tradition in the Fungus household!
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This just goes to show that humans are the same throughout history.
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"It's broken," I told her, about the compass. "It just points north. It should point to you."