Christmas torture

I received the following email this morning:

To: Wifey
From: Hubs

VERY IMPORTANT- I have a package coming today. Yes, it is for you. But please don't look at it. You'll only ruin your own surprise if you do.

love you honey :)

Since Todd has had to work every single night this week, naturally I will be the one receiving said package when I get home this evening.

And considering I am uber nosy, it's going to take everything I have to not peek at the return address label to see where the package is from.

I did have to giggle at the fact that he sent me this email in the first place. He knows all too well that if he hadn't told me not to open this package, I probably would've ripped into it before I even had the front door unlocked.

This is sheer Christmas torture.