Since I'm already committed to 7 Quick Takes and What I Wore Sunday, why not add another? Enter Theme Thursday. I'm pretty bad about blogging during the weekday, so this is a great opportunity for a short and sweet blog post. Today's theme is secret. What's so secret about my life? Nothing, really. I have a blog (and have revealed many embarrassing tales, trials and tribulations in the past), and even though I fantasize about it at times, I'm not a stay at home mom by day, international undercover spy by night. However, keeping with the theme of secrets, I'll tell one of my favorite stories from my childhood. It involves my brother, who is quite possibly the worst keeper of secrets ever.
It was the late 80's, early 90's, and my dad took my little brother and I to the mall so we could pick out a Christmas present for my mom. We ended up getting a purple sweatsuit (did I mention it was the 80's? And my dad doesn't always have the best taste in presents? This is the man who gave my mom steak knives for an anniversary gift one year), and as soon as we got home, my dad instructed my brother and I to sneak the sweatsuit down to the basement, so we could wrap it and hide it until Christmas Eve. My brother was SO proud of this gift, and I could tell he was absolutely bursting to tell my mom. We ran past my mom, down to the basement, with me threatening him the entire way. "Mark, I swear if spill the beans about this present, you're going to regret it! You won't be able to play Ninja Turtles with Rachel and I for an entire month! I'll spray Silly String all over your room again! I'll tell everyone at school that you have lice and you won't have any friends EVER AGAIN!!!" Mark was getting rather pissy with me, and swore on a stack of bibles that he wouldn't tell my mom. Well, my dad joined us downstairs, and helped us wrap the gift. All three of us headed upstairs, where we found my mom in the family room.
She smiled at us, and said teasingly, "so what did you two buy me for Christmas?"
Mark: *throwing his hands up in the air* "It's a jogging suit!"
My dad and I immediately start yelling at him, with me swearing to make good on all of my threats.
Mark: "Hey, I didn't tell her everything! She doesn't know it's purple!"
It's been over twenty years, and that story never gets old.
Happy Thursday! For more hilarious stories, check out Clan Donaldson in the link above.