I'm sorry, I need to gloat about this...See, in the Shack Weekly e-newsletter this week, it said to return any things you had of Callis'. So tonight, I told him I had found something and I had felt so bad about it that I had to wrap it for him. He was so gung-ho about it...I almost felt bad about it. But obviously not bad enough.
A while later, I presented Callis with this exuberant little gift bag- complete with matching yellow tissue paper. I had to turn away while he was opening it, because I was already starting to laugh. Finally he closes the thing and says, "I'm not even going to open it." He already knew what it was, and I just started cracking up. "Game, set, match!" I crowed. And Callis had to admit that I rule- after he tried to swat me with the bag.
What was in this bag? Well, I'm not sure if you remember, but there was this shirt that Callis and I were throwing at each other back and forth a few weeks ago until I finally ended up taking it home...yep. I went that far. And I have no remorse. If Callis can make up a whole ninja story, I can implement this plan of gift-wrapped deceit.
Hee hee. I won, I won.
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Oh Liza, I need to warn you because I love you...he is a sneaky, sneaky man, that Callis. You may have won a battle, but Callis is quite possibly planning for the war. Be careful. Like the zoo catches animals, so shall he avenge!
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