Mom really likes her Christmas Tree. She apparently monitors it like an obsessive gardener. A few days ago, while she was out, I wrapped up a couple of presents for her that I’d managed to get and put them under the tree, figuring that she wouldn’t notice a couple of small items and be surprised on Christmas that I’d actually remembered to buy something.
I didn’t count on her tree watch. That evening she mentioned that she knew I’d been shopping. I asked her how she knew and she said that she’d seen the presents for “Mom” under the tree. Next year I think I’ll label them with the name of a former girlfriend, just to throw Mom off the scent.