Foiled Surprises

Oy -- it's late.
I've been late getting out of work every night since the Brit left. I can't quite figure out if that's because he's gone and I'm feeling no need to be out of there, pronto....or if that's just validation of why the decision was made for me not to go with him on the trip.
Either case--it's validation that the right choice was made.
It's nutso at work....plain and simple.

And this morning, bright and early, the Brit rang to tell on the girl. *snickering*
He must forget that this is my child. I taught her longgggg ago to tell on herself. She'd already rang.
LOL It so took the wind out of his sails--the poor thing.
He also told me he knew I'd been working on the trainroom ceiling.
Yep--the surprise was shared by the girl who'd not realized that it WAS a surprise. Oops?

Typical Brit fashion--he needed to make certain that I'd actually MOVED the trains out of the room--ya know, in case the ceiling falls down.
"Nope. Darn that I didn't think of that." (oh he's fun to get going..LOL)
I did tell him that it's no good to have a project if he knows what it is.
So--I'm thinkin' I'll leave it 3/4's finished, put his trains BACK on the track and lollygag around cuz I can!

Okay, I'm not REALLY thinking that--but I told him I was.
Funny........he had more of an adversion to me moving the trains BACK than he did of me not finishing the project.

Note to self:
Hide one of the trains.
Preferrably that cute little shay one that he's so fond of.

:-D

Oh, I'm such a trouble maker! LOL