All right, I admit it. I have been bested! I have contended for some time that no one can pull a fast one on The Mom, and that I'm so sneaky that I can't be out-sneaked.
Unless, of course, there's a full-out conspiracy against me!
Long story made short- Annie came home for Christmas! She got a flight out to Seattle, visited friends there for a couple of days, took the bus to Eugene, saw her dad and sibs and Kelly and the rest of the gang, and then James picked her up on his way up. When I heard the doorbell, I thought he simply had his hands full. But when I opened the door, there was Annie!
Turns out James knew, Wanda knew, Ellen and Dan knew- practically everyone knew but me! (And, presumably, Alberto Gonzales.) ***AND I WILL GET YOU ALL!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!***
In other news, we got loot. Most of mine is orange. :-D Dan got lots and lots of chocolate, and my diet is, shall we say, kaput at the moment. We've got to eat all of this stuff up so I can start fresh. But there's still a bunch of cheesecake bites and most of a pan of fudge, and James made a huge bowl of chocolate mousse. I'm doomed.
I'm still sleeping a lot and I've not really felt better, but I'm seeing Dr Becher on Friday. Tomorrow James and I are going out to a concert at the Cathedral and then back here for some bubbly and dessert. Ah, life is hard. ;-)
...And now is my turn to plot...