My ex and I were on a cruise once with her aunt and uncle to Ensenada Mexico. Colleen's aunt Shirley bet her $100 that I could find a hobby shop on the cruise. Low and behold, when the ship docked in San Diego, even though we were only given a couple of hours to go off ship, I still found a place, and picked up a copy of Model Railroader to prove it. Shirley split the hundred bucks with me and Shirley and I ended up drinking mine and hers at dinner that night sign1
You're right though, Colleen always slept in on Saturdays and EVERY Saturday, I would get up early (I worked for the railroad at the time and couldn't sleep past 7:30 on ANY day) and I snuck out of the house and went to the local flower shop, ran by a guy and his teenaged daughter and picked Colleen up 2 dozen flowers (sometimes roses, sometimes I would pick out something different, sometimes I would leave it up to the daughter) and would shoot the breeze and drink coffee with the owner for an hour or so. But on the occasion that I'd stop by the hobby shop if I was at the flower shop late enough (hobby shop opened on Saturdays at 10), even stashing the items as soon as I walked in the door, she always somehow knew it, and *I* woke *her* up when I came into the bedroom with the flowers. Don't ask me how, they just know. Best get used to it.
I recently went to a birthday party for Colleen at Shirley's (were friends again) and her, Shirley and 3 other lady friends of the family were talking about guys and Robert and I being the only 2 guys present, had to defend ourselves 5 vs. 2. That's when Colleen told Shirley "Tom thought he was slick, he'd go to the hobby shop by the train yard on his way to work, and hid the trains in the hall closet burying them with all of the other little individual boxes like they were always there". I thought "sumbi**, how did she know that?!"
They just do....
