I feel your pain, Brother. It only gets worse from here.
Fun side note ; There was a moment at the family Thanksgiving celebration where I was alone with my girl, finishing a plate. I told her about your situation, and the advice I gave you. We had a good laugh. Then, she suddenly remembered and ask, “Oh! What about your knives? When is that?” I tell her it was last night, and that I did not miss it. “Good. What did you get?” (Last time I got in on grab bags, I ordered a $500 bag, then promptly emailed the shop to double my order. I am fairly certain she remembers this, though I didn’t ask.) “I upgraded this time”, I reply. “Oh, really? What does that mean?” I tell her, “ Bumped it up to the thousand dollar grab bag
s.” “Fan-see!”, she said. Every single time I said grab bags, I said t “grab bags”. When they finally show up, and she puts two and two together, I have a feeling I’ll be in less trouble when she realizes I cleverly told her exactly what I was doing. She might even give me props for it!!