There are days when you take a whole afternoon wandering around stores that are a half hour away from your house so you can get an ax for your husband.
Then you take it home and you even wrap it for him, just because it’s December, and you have wrapping paper, and you might as well wrap everything in December.
Then, when your husband comes home, he tells you that he doesn’t need one anymore because he got one from work.
So this will be a return:
As a side note, I’m really, really bad with surprises I need to discuss everything before I actually do it. Surprising my husband is an almost impossible task because I end up talking about everything beforehand.