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Snooping for Christmas Presents.
Are you a snoop? What is the best/worst story of your snoopage? Did you once ruin Christmas by your snooping? Enquiring minds want to know! 
I snooped one year but no more, as that was the least enjoyable Christmas ever. I got a Slinky and a bunch of other crap (Christmas at the Thornton's was never, ever small). It wasn't the presents that made it unenjoyable, it was the lack of anticipation.
My wife, otoh, is an incorrigible snoop, who not only doesn't like to wait for her present, but can't even be trusted to keep secret what she bought for others. Every Christmas it is the same story: she buys me something, I buy her something, and then she starts pestering me to know what it is - even to the point of asking co-workers and friends if they had any idea. She then gets so desparate that she starts the "quid pro quo" game, where I give her a hint, she gives me a hint, and so on until all knowledge is gained, something along the lines of: "You're present is blue and made out of paper. Give me a hint about mine!" "Dammit woman, I didn't want to know that!" "So what? You now know and you now have to give me a hint about my present." "It's a Rolex watch and a $25,000 pair of earrings. Satisfied?" "STFU, and give me a real hint." And so on, and so on...
Of course she is disappointed when I don't ask her about my gifts (I don't even shake boxes... much.)
She also loves spoilers to her fave TV shows, and I am absolutely convinced that the two traits (snooping and spoiling) are two sides of the same coin. I don't like spoilers, which, of course makes it hard on my wife - "Who am I going to talk spoilers to if you don't want to hear them?"
Same planet, different worlds I guess.
I snooped one year but no more, as that was the least enjoyable Christmas ever. I got a Slinky and a bunch of other crap (Christmas at the Thornton's was never, ever small). It wasn't the presents that made it unenjoyable, it was the lack of anticipation.
My wife, otoh, is an incorrigible snoop, who not only doesn't like to wait for her present, but can't even be trusted to keep secret what she bought for others. Every Christmas it is the same story: she buys me something, I buy her something, and then she starts pestering me to know what it is - even to the point of asking co-workers and friends if they had any idea. She then gets so desparate that she starts the "quid pro quo" game, where I give her a hint, she gives me a hint, and so on until all knowledge is gained, something along the lines of: "You're present is blue and made out of paper. Give me a hint about mine!" "Dammit woman, I didn't want to know that!" "So what? You now know and you now have to give me a hint about my present." "It's a Rolex watch and a $25,000 pair of earrings. Satisfied?" "STFU, and give me a real hint." And so on, and so on...
Of course she is disappointed when I don't ask her about my gifts (I don't even shake boxes... much.)
She also loves spoilers to her fave TV shows, and I am absolutely convinced that the two traits (snooping and spoiling) are two sides of the same coin. I don't like spoilers, which, of course makes it hard on my wife - "Who am I going to talk spoilers to if you don't want to hear them?"
Same planet, different worlds I guess.
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