tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post8583364587001903454..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Gifts in the AtticDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-13480182791949999172016-12-22T21:47:43.575-07:002016-12-22T21:47:43.575-07:00I did my snooping via listening. Mum and Dad would...I did my snooping via listening. Mum and Dad would discuss Christmas gifts in German and I would listen in of course, they thought they were safe because we kids only spoke English. Sometime later I would casually ask "what does xxx mean?" and learn what we were getting for Christmas.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-12825884263095434032016-12-22T12:46:30.719-07:002016-12-22T12:46:30.719-07:00Sooo funny! And sooo satisfying for you, I bet :)Sooo funny! And sooo satisfying for you, I bet :)jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-18802225367712368932016-12-22T08:55:08.589-07:002016-12-22T08:55:08.589-07:00Here's where I admit I never accomplished anyt...Here's where I admit I never accomplished anything with all my snooping. I was still flabbergasted (real word) when the packages were opened. The best surprise, though, was my Husby. He wanted a deep fryer for Christmas and I got him a router. He shook the wrapped box and nodded happily as it rattled appropriately. Then Christmas morning, he was the picture of surprise when he opened it a found a tool instead of an appliance. HeeHee!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-16147068666149542672016-12-22T08:52:20.666-07:002016-12-22T08:52:20.666-07:00Whaaat? Why didn't I think of that?!Whaaat? Why didn't I think of that?!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-44024363484574898872016-12-22T08:52:01.600-07:002016-12-22T08:52:01.600-07:00I need lessons!I need lessons!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-17858635600471717412016-12-22T08:51:45.814-07:002016-12-22T08:51:45.814-07:00Ingenious! My Dad tried putting packages under the...Ingenious! My Dad tried putting packages under the tree without labels, thinking he'd just assign on Christmas morning. But he couldn't remember which package went to whom. That was a fun Christmas!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-83403996067014989842016-12-22T08:50:02.550-07:002016-12-22T08:50:02.550-07:00Oh, I can't wait! :)Oh, I can't wait! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-55729284383408909702016-12-22T08:49:46.269-07:002016-12-22T08:49:46.269-07:00Whew! Thanks, Susan! :)Whew! Thanks, Susan! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-61224000535450228782016-12-21T22:43:55.222-07:002016-12-21T22:43:55.222-07:00My older brother was the one who snooped in our fa...My older brother was the one who snooped in our family. I didn't want to ruin the surprise!jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-66186147141218691582016-12-21T12:47:22.206-07:002016-12-21T12:47:22.206-07:00I once switched a tag on a present that was suppos...I once switched a tag on a present that was supposed to be for my sister. No one said a word.Rebecca Olkowskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17136102257837831028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-7267347737417677482016-12-21T12:20:29.078-07:002016-12-21T12:20:29.078-07:00I was a very, very skilled pinch, poke and rattler...I was a very, very skilled pinch, poke and rattler of presents. And still am.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-52034982151073804602016-12-21T10:59:02.932-07:002016-12-21T10:59:02.932-07:00My dad would assign a dollar bill to each kid and ...My dad would assign a dollar bill to each kid and on the Christmas presents instead of names he would put the serial number for the corresponding dollar. On Christmas Eve we would receive our dollars. It made it so hard to snoop...but not impossible!Renahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12296781992150172086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-10065135986800019722016-12-21T09:32:26.723-07:002016-12-21T09:32:26.723-07:00Yes, but, it MIGHT have been for you and, well, yo...Yes, but, it MIGHT have been for you and, well, you wouldn't want to miss out on a gift. I was a snooper too...stay tuned for that post.only slightly confusedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08165115156889904978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-337457533484753722016-12-21T09:10:10.396-07:002016-12-21T09:10:10.396-07:00Santa loves Snoopers, too.
And it's a good thi...Santa loves Snoopers, too.<br />And it's a good thing.<br />There are a lot of y'all out there!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08139599163464020063noreply@blogger.com