Just be glad I am not your Secret Keeper because if I was, Voldemort would have gotten you by now. (Harry Potter reference for those who aren’t in the know.) I am absolutely terrible at keeping secrets, especially if they are happy ones. I think it must have come from my mother. I told her about our TSP and told her not to tell because we wanted to be sure things looked good before telling everyone. Not a week later, she asked if she could tell my brother and his wife. OK, but just them and tell them not to tell a soul. So she did, and (I hope) they have kept their mouths shut, though I’m guessing they have let it slip to someone. Then last night she asked if we were telling yet. NO! We are not!!! I will let you know.
I am sure many people have guessed what it is just from some things I’ve let slip here (I know Kim did, as she told me last night) and I’ve told a few people because I just cannot.keep.my.mouth.shut. But it is extremely happy news and I’m bubbling over with it and I just have to share. My husband just rolls his eyes every time I tell someone…he hasn’t told anyone yet and I admire his restraint.
I expect we’ll have some definitive news Tuesday and I’ll reveal all then. Even if we don’t, I can’t keep this up much longer. Clearly my poor little brain is on the verge of explosion as it is.
