I’ve given up on trying to figure out what Mike’s big xmas surprise for me is.

I asked him if he was planning on proposing, because I didn’t want that kind of surprise to be ruined, but he’s not. We both agreed we want to move in together and experience living with each other before we take that step. So yay for being on the same page but boo to having no answer. Guess I’ll have to wait and see.

I think he’s enjoying himself, though. The other day he told me that whatever I’m getting him will not top what he’s getting me. Gee, thanks darling. A couple of weeks ago he offered to give me some clues. Naturally, I took him up on it. My first clue was that it needs a key, and that you could sit in it. This confused me, so he gave me another clue.

“It’s something you’ve been asking for.”

My eyebrows went up. “I… I have no idea.”

“It starts with a P and ends with a Y.” When I still didn’t get it, he said, “It starts with a P-R and ends with a Y.”

“Privacy?” When he said yes I was excited that I’d guessed his word clue but still confused. “A vacation?” Nope. “A hotel room?” Nope.

“You pay for it monthly.”

“An… apartment?”

“Yes!” He then proceeded to tell me that Tyson’s, his sister Britt’s boyfriend, cousin — who owns the duplex they live in — was moving out and that Britt and Tyson had worked out an agreement with him. We could live there, in that beautiful duplex apartment, for free.

“But what about bills and stuff? We can’t afford that!”

“Britt’s going to help us out for a while,” Mike said.

I couldn’t speak. “But that’s not fair to her…” She didn’t mind, he said. “I can’t believe… Wow. Really?”

“No.”

Sometimes I am entirely too gullible, and he is just terrible.