Last night after putting away tubes of Christmas paper, scotch tape and my pair of scissors--that I will never forget to stow high on the shelf again--I decided to turn on my computer monitor to check my email before bed.
To my surprise I found this:
Sneaky Mr. Marvelous!
To think all this time he really didn't mean it when he said, "Who has this kind of time to spend putting a riddle of this sorts together?"
I should have known!
But this is all that I know. That it is indeed my husband behind the curtain. Kripes! He won't spill one more bean about it. "You'll just have to wait, my dear." he says.
"But honey! These letters make no sense. And who sent all those letters?" I pleaded.
"It will be so much more fun for you, if you wait. My dear." he promised.
So I will.