Every year as I wrap gifts, I scrawl a little code on the back of each package.  It serves as my own little reminder of what is wrapped inside and helps refresh my aged mind regarding what I have already purchased.

Last night as I placed packages under the tree, my wife glanced at a package with her name on it.  Flipping it over, she read the code aloud, “WMEY NYLRQ.”  Giving it a moment’s thought, she said, “Great, I needed some new yoga pants.”

Ugh.  Back to the drawing board to create a new code for next year’s gifts.  Also, goodbye to my promising second career as a super top secret code developer.  I guess it’s best that I found out early.