I am not easily surprised.
There have been verrrrrrrrrrry few things in my entire life that have ever truly surprised me. I actually LOVE surprises, but people seem to feel the need to tell me they have a surprise for me ( half the surprise is already ruined) and I always manage to add two and two together. I never ruin peoples fun by telling them I know and I try tell myself that maybe I am wrong, but I always seem to have it figured out.
I remember once when T and I were young lovers and it was nearly my 17th birthday. He had bought me a fairly expensive ( given he was an apprentice and our age) dress as my present and I had no idea. Well I had no idea until one of our jerk friends was talking to me at a party a few days before and said ' Wow T must really like you to have bought you that dress you told him about". UMMM WUT! Why would you do that?! WHY? Surprise ruined.
Having said that I have been truly surprised before and I loved it sick!
From the time I was 15 I worked in a coffee shop for 5 years throughout school and the start of uni. I used to keep another blog for a short while years ago where I recounted this awesome surprise I got while I was working there:
"So I was in bed on Sunday morning dreading having to serve crankies, clinging to my electric blanket. When i finally managed to get myself up and at it i got an awesome surprise.
My insanely chirpy little awesome boss comes in and hands me a bag.
Not just any bag but a Louis Vuitton bag!
Turns out she has brought me a cute little pouchette.
I still dont know why?!
To this day I have no idea why she bought me this out of the blue, I mean it wasn't even my birthday! I was not even 18 at the time. I have great memories of working with my old boss and when I drop around to the local shops for coffee we still chat about Net A Porter and Strawberry Net ( I may have introduced a bad habit there.....) and freaky customers ha ha.
Another really cool surprise was when I turned 21. My friend L took me out for a coffee and when I opened up my card I found out she was taking me away for a weekend in Melbourne! The scariest part at the time was that I had spent the day thinking about how much I wanted to go there again and came home after work and told me mum I was booking a plane ticket just hours before I was surprised.
You can read about that trip here on my old blog.
So what about everyone else? Have you ever had a big surprise? Do you even like surprises? Tell me all!