Sonsabitches! All of you who keep secrets from me are sonsabitches!
Bryan’s been bragging about a big surprise event he’s whisking me away to for my birthday (I know! Again with the birthday talk…) but he wouldn’t even tell me when it was happening so I could plan around it. This afternoon he told me to be dressed and ready to go by 4:15.
“But we have an appointment at 3:15. We’ll never be back in time.”
“I rescheduled it.”
“But what about Jenny? She was watching our kids.”
“I IM’d her this morning and canceled.”
“But what about J & C? We’re supposed to watch their kids tonight.”
“They found other arrangements weeks ago.”
SONSABITCHES! ALL OF YOU!
Okay. For real, I’m actually very excited and curious. I know nothing, other than I am to be REALLY dressed up. And that we got into a small argument about what a dressy shoe is. Can I hear from my ladies that big, brown, clunky shoes with a big, thick, chunky sole and no heal is NOT considered a VERY DRESSY SHOE???
I have 15 minutes left to get ready for my surprise, so I’ll let you know what happens later!