As you might have guessed, my then-boyfriend-now-husband was more than slightly upset that his red blanket had been swiped.
My sister was tickled pink with herself, and more than happy to keep it safe on a permanent basis.
This triggered what I call "The Cold War". Nobody was giving an inch, but many shots were fired over the bow.
For Christmas and birthdays, he picked out a red-colored gift every year. Red sweaters, red flowers, red cards, and any other sort of red goodies you could think of were targeted at my poor sister. (Good thing she likes that color!)
When she was in college, he helped her build her first computer. They picked out the motherboard, graphics card, chassis, everything. Guess what he created as the password to her new computer?
You got it - "Red Blanket".
This went on for years. Until...finally something happened.
(cliff hanger, right? To be continued...in the next and final installment.)
My sister was tickled pink with herself, and more than happy to keep it safe on a permanent basis.
This triggered what I call "The Cold War". Nobody was giving an inch, but many shots were fired over the bow.
For Christmas and birthdays, he picked out a red-colored gift every year. Red sweaters, red flowers, red cards, and any other sort of red goodies you could think of were targeted at my poor sister. (Good thing she likes that color!)
When she was in college, he helped her build her first computer. They picked out the motherboard, graphics card, chassis, everything. Guess what he created as the password to her new computer?
You got it - "Red Blanket".
This went on for years. Until...finally something happened.
(cliff hanger, right? To be continued...in the next and final installment.)
7 comments:
Tee hee. I love your story! (And doing it installments is cool!)
It's like the opposite of what happened to my uncle. One year, he gave his son a green knit hat for Christmas. Apparently, it was really ugly, and he found it in the trash that night. He kept it and the next Christmas, he gave it to his son again. Each year since, someone in their family receives the hat, usually in packaging that conceals what it is. One year, my other cousin took it to the mall and had it sealed in a tin can at a store that sold socks sealed into tin cans. The first year after the son was married, his new wife received the hat.
I can't wait for the next installment of your story. :O)
can't wait to hear what happens!
I love that he kept giving her red gifts - that's hilarious
Haha I can't wait to read your next post!
Catching up with favorite blogs, and now I am in humored suspense! Has the wall come down? Is the Cold War over? Don't leave us out in the cold too long...
Oooh, how exciting! Can't wait to hear what's next!
Goodness, the anticipation is killing meeee
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Oh I can't wait to hear what happened!
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