Your too sneaky

So, last night J has to complete a project due for today. This is the last day of school before her two week vacation (oh to be in school again).

I make sure her printer cartridge is in working order. That she has paper.

Now her monitor is old. As old as her. I weighs about 100 lbs and works on occasion (when the mood strikes it).

Well last night she sits at her desk. Black screen. We are peering at our own reflection in the screen.

I jiggle wires. I plug and unplug. I press buttons. I smack it (sometimes that works). Nothing - nada. Zilch.

So I call HB and ask him to swing by his apartment and fetch his monitor so she can turn her work in. He complies although he's been on the road for over and hour and a half due to traffic.

Now - I have purchased J a monitor for Christmas. It hasn't arrived. I have done all my shopping via Internet this year. I love sitting on my butt shopping the convenience, the ease. Problem is the wait. But hell, Christmas is over a week away. I should be ok (If FEDEX isn't involved)!!!

So, J says "If you got me a monitor you could just give it to me now. To save everyone the aggravation."

I reply (not thinking) "If it was delivered already I would have done that, but its not here!"

She smiles. She shoots, she scores. She now knows she's getting a monitor for Christmas.

HB finally arrives haggard and staggering thru the front door. His monitor in hand. He walks straight into her room jiggles a wire - Voila, it turns on.

He walks out of her room with his monitor in hand and says, "It would work of you plugged it in"
Once again J smiles. "Ooops."

I swear I looked at the mass of wires. I swear I looked at the right ones. I swear I hadn't been drinking before then.

Poor HB.

Then it occurs to me. J is always trying to find out what's under the tree. There is a new commercial out where you see a woman opening a present and thanking her husband for her new leather coat. He is standing there and congratulates her. Tells her it's a new record for her - she actually waited until the 18th. That's J. That why I do not put presents under the tree. That's why I don't bother hiding them. I store them until I can monitor her and her nosiness.

So - now the question looms.

Did she play me? Did she play HB?

I not gonna give her the monitor until the final hours on Christmas.

When she looks up at me an wonders why I waited.

I will just say....Ooops.