Monday Memory #5
THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
This is a recent memory as it happened just last year. My husband decided to surprise me for my birthday. When he told me he was planning a surprise I just laughed. He’s never been able to surprise me because he gets too excited and blows it. I ALWAYS know what I’m getting for Christmas way ahead of time because he either lets it slip or just gives it to me because he can’t wait. The man truly enjoys giving more than receiving (I know I’m a lucky girl!)
So, TWO months before my birthday he tells me he’s going to surprise me. “Uh huh, OK”, I say, smiling. Two weeks later he caves to the point of telling me that the surprise is he’s taking me somewhere but he’s not going to tell me where. “Sure, sounds good”, I say.
Well, he continues to taunt me and gloat about this big surprise to the point where I become seriously annoyed. I definitely liked it better when he couldn’t keep a secret. I finally blow up and tell him I think the whole thing is more about him being proud of himself for keeping a secret for the first time in his life than actually doing something nice for me for my birthday. Ouch nasty, but hey, there are only so many refrains of the “I know where we’re going and you don’t” song that a girl can take.
Anyway, the day of the trip comes and he’s holding firm. We’re packed and ready to leave for the airport. All I was told was to pack for warm weather. I’m in the office doing a last minute email check and he’s in the kitchen on his cell phone jabbering away. Then I hear, “Well, I’ve got to get going to the airport, Joe, we’re going to New Orleans!” “Ah ha”, I say, and then realize he can’t hear me and doesn’t realize that I’ve heard him. Hmm, dilemma…do I spoil his fun?
Of course. I make it all of about 15 minutes until we’re in the car and almost to the airport. “I know where we’re going”, I sing. He laughs, not believing me. “Where are we going then?”, he asks, clearly humoring me. “To New Orleans”, I say, very smugly. He looks at me with his mouth open. “How did you…?” “You said it on the phone”, I screeched triumphantly! He couldn’t believe it – didn’t even remember saying it on the phone!
So, we’re in the Charlotte airport waiting for our connecting flight when I hear, “Fancy meeting you here!” It’s close friends of ours from when we used to live in NY. My husband conspired with them to join us in New Orleans and that he did manage to keep me from finding out.
So in the end I declared him the winner – for the first time in our relationship he had managed to keep at least one secret!
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