Drum-roll please…..
There will be no big reveal. There will be no giving in to temptation. There will be no touching of boxes in this house (Heh**).
The truth is that the imagined box is way better than the real live version of the box could ever be. I have a ton more fun imagining all the exciting things that could be in the box than if I actually went ahead and opened it. Reality is never as good as what I can imagine. Well- almost never.
So, I’ll dream of having the box. I’ll imagine all the fantastic things I could find there. In my head the box and I will run away to Jamaica and live out our lives on a sandy beach. Just me and my box. (Hey wait- that came out way dirtier than I had intended.***)
In real life?
I’ll live happily with everything else the room has to offer me. It is full of some pretty wonderful things. I’d rather have my sparkly version of the box anyway.
*You hate me for being a tease, don’t you?
**How old am I? I can’t write about touching boxes without immediately thinking of a masterbation joke? Sick, I tell you.
***Maybe.
Snicker~
I must be just about as mature as you, cuz I have to admit that the same dirty thoughts crossed through my head.
You’re right, better not touch the box.
There’s nothing wrong with touching the box, or even opening it once in a while if you need to.
OK, that wasn’t meant to be *quite* as crass as it sounded …
Hehehe. Good bit of humor!
BetteJo- Your mind went right in the gutter, didn’t it?
FastLane- Your last advice was much more fun but this is probably better for me.
BookMama- I knew just what you meant. And I think you meant what you said. *Wink*
GreenBlogger -Thanks!
Sooooo … what was in the box?!
BookMama- Ummm…. I can’t tell. Well- at least I can’t tell the entire Internet. Heh.