Surprise?
Surprises really aren't my thing, but if I'm warned there will be a surprise, it's not so bad.My friend's husband called me this morning wishing me a happy belated birthday and teasing me that we're now the same age (only for a few more weeks, I reminded the old man). She forgot to tell him it was my birthday, he said (because she herself had forgotten). I didn't expect them to remember, of course, but he was very insistent that they were going to take us somewhere. "Where?" "It's a surprise." "Can I get a hint?" "It wouldn't be much of a surprise then, would it?"He was planning something for two weeks from today, but I checked my schedule, and I'm gone to the IDEA fitness convention in Orange County half that week, so unless Barbara and I return by the afternoon, that day is out. They couldn't make it today or next week. We might have to schedule it for three weeks from now. By that time, it will be close to his and my DH's birthdays, so we might as well make it a joint affair. He said something about reservations. Dinner? A play? No, it couldn't be a play. He would have said tickets. Maybe a mystery dinner theatre. We've all been talking about doing that for a couple years now.Growing up, I always had to summon immense will power not to shake presents.