Don't believe it.
It's a lie.
My friend Chrissi tried throwing me a surprise party in the 7th grade and I threw such an ugly fit, that she spilled the beans and we both ended up crying.
I almost did the same thing to my marriage.
I hate it.
See, I had asked Lance if he cared if I went to dinner with my girlfriends on my birthday since it falls on a Friday.
He acted offended and said that he wanted to spend that day with me on my 30th.
He told me that he already had something planned and it was a secret.
However, he then went on to mention 4 other things over the last couple of weeks that he would "like to do" that same night... none being about me.
like his softball game...
Each time, I would say, "so are we not doing anything?..." and he would back track and say that we were.
He is notorious for telling me "what he was going to do" and I finally told him that I was going to be so offended if I passed up an opportunity of a GNO for him to come home from work Friday saying, "I don't care what we do.... are you hungry?" and we tiddle around here talking about it and end up at Chilis.
I took it another step, and stalked his texts to find nothing--
which made me question my FBI skills...
I was so annoyed with him that I never thought twice about my sister asking if we could have a girls' day this Sunday. Actually, I spent our entire drive to the restaurant trying to figure out what he had up his sleeve and trying to make my sister tell me if he really had something planned and just kept pretending to forget so that he could call me a ratchet B once it all fell into place--
or if he really had nothing planned but was just being a jerk and not wanting me to have a night with my pals?
She had nothing.
I worked Sunday and didn't leave the office until 2:00.
She was a little panicky because she said we had reservations and had to leave my house by 3:30.
I assumed the reservation was for pedicures but I was wrong.
I walked into the restaurant to a table full of my most precious friends,
And like I have done about everything else linked to turning 30, I cried.
I love them.
Each of them, separately, for a variety of reasons.
I am truly blessed in the pal department--
and there were others not there that I could even add to the list.
We left there for painting and drinks at Art Happens.
It is owned by my high school art teacher and was an awesome time.
And the fact that Amanda was so terrible at it, made our time hysterical...
like I have belly laughed at least once a day since, just thinking about it-- hysterical.
I mean honestly.
The girl can sing like a bird and taught herself how to play the guitar...
but soak this in a minute...
And she honestly tried.
We had a little after-party at our house...
trampolines, PB&Js, and porch talk.
And I was gifted some pretty amazing presents too.
I had an incredible night and was completely surprised.
Al pulled it off!
What a cool sister I have!
30 is only 3 days away.
SURPRISE... I am still not ready!