Last year, on November 5th, I received the following text from my sister:
We already had plans to see each other for Christmas…but okay, I’m willing to play, and I love a mystery. Through the next few texts, because I had a lot of questions (see user name… :rolleyes: ) she told me that, ok, fine, it’s not really a Christmas present, just an odd assortment of things she wanted to send me. She will text me, upon occasion, and let me know when I can have a present. (I do not have any idea what sequence of events has to occur for me to get a present.)
Sometime in March, she and I were texting back and forth, and she told me to cut open the box, and blindly take out ONE thing. I slit open the top, but not the sides, so that the box would not pop open, thus revealing its wealth of goodies. ( If I had cut it entirely open, I am not sure I could have stayed strong.)
One of the things in the box is a …metal handle…with a grooved grip…for something. I couldn’t find the end, maybe it is wrapped, and just feels like a different present. I have no idea. It’s the one I am most curious about, but I couldn’t get it out of the box without opening it fully. So I pulled out the plastic jar, and it was intensive moisturizing lotion for the eczema/psoriasis on my shins.
Since then, nothing. (I guess I have not been very good… :dubious: )
It has been six months since I received the box. I waffle between giggling that she may have forgotten, and being mildly disappointed that she might not have trusted me; she may think I just opened it, and thus the game is done. Sometimes, I want to text her and remind her that I still have presents, but the game is too much fun for me.
So, what would you do?

