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So, about a month ago, I realized that it was our 5th anniversary coming up (Editors note: I was actually playing with my ring, and saw that the inscribed date was 5 years ago! Nice). Wow! 5 years with one woman! Who would have thought it? 5 years and 3 babies? Impressive! (Even more so if you realize that it is 2 years and 3 babies!!!)
So, I had to come up with something good. What was I supposed to get? I looked it up... paper! Totally boring... I don't want to come home with some college rule notebook paper. Sheesh!
So I had to think! What could she use? What would both of us want? Oh! A night out and to sleep in!!!
So I plotted. Conveniently, the Twizzles birthday is always around our anniversary, so I have a built in cover. I asked around for ideas. But I needed babysitting. Seems that the aupair company is very strict in stating that we cannot leave our flock with the aupair overnight unsupervised! Sheesh!
So, next option, the grandparents. I emailed Ita and Wowo, and Lala. I even emailed Mo as well... Trying everything... chirp chirp chirp... no responses.
Uh oh... Looks like notebook paper it is!
Then Ita and Wowo said that the might be able to make it.... Woo hoo! Ideas churned. I picked out the hotel. But some atypical chest pain through that option out the window!
Back to square one.... chirp chirp chirp.
Finally last week, Lala texts me that she's coming! Hallelujah!!! We're saved. I hurriedly scramble to the Internet and book a room. (Editors note: I actually surveyed all the rooms at this B&B. I finally made the choice based off the pictures of the bathroom! Nice!)
Sweet! The plan is all laid out. Lala is coming under the guise of the Twizzles BDay. It is all set. I causally drop the hint that we should go out to dinner. Ok, she replies. I try to play off that I don't realize that it is my anniversary. Then, on Wednesday night, she has a hospital meeting. Here's my chance. I grab a bag and try to figure out what should could wear Saturday morning. It was tough. Everything that I thought to pick, I figured she might need. I grabbed some black bra that I've never seen before, some nondescript black socks, a pair of jeans and a black shirt. Good. Shoes would be a problem. She would totally recognize that a set is missing. I was screwed. I made the resolve to try to just ferret ones away that evening, and sneak them into my ride. Now, makeup. Hmmm. I'm really hurting here. I am digging and find some baggie that is already packed with toiletries. Sweet. I see something that looks like a compact and throw it into the bag. Whew! Sweat drips down my brow. I rush the bag downstairs and throw it in the backseat.
Whew! Now we wait.
Friday arrives and Lala makes it. I actually had a busy day at work. I had planned to have DQ pick up the Pizz, which I had to do anyway. I went to the hotel and checked in. Swanky. I even got a suite! Not too shabby for my woman! There was even a free beverage bar downstairs. Hmmm.... I picked up a Diet Pepsi for the ride home. (Gots to have my soda for the roada!)
I pull up to the GM. I'm nervous now. I still don't think I can pull this off. But I'm ready. I walk inside. House was crazy, as usual. But the Twizzles were going down. Lala was manning up on the Pizz. I say hello. We exchange knowing glances! Game on!!! I go upstairs and see the DQ.
Hi babe! I'm going to go take a shower before dinner! Ok, she replies. Whew! Made it! I go shower, get out, and start drying off. I start looking for an outfit.
"Babe, I got you a present" "Awww... " then I tried to act surprised and that I forgot our anniversary. "You shouldn't have" It was a nice shirt. I start to get dressed.
She works on getting herself ready too. She dives into her drawer.... "Humpf" "Where is that black bra?" Seriously? Come on. She can't be looking for the one I grabbed. Was it even black? No way. Couldn't be. She has like a 100 bras in all shapes, sizes, functions (see DQ prior posts!) and colors. She cannot be looking for the only one that I have!!! She kept digging. "I have know idea where it is" "Do you really need that one?" "Yes. Now I have to wear something else." Great... Her spidey senses have to be picking up.
Finally we are ready. She is smoking, as usual. I am waiting in the closet for her to leave, which she finally does. Then I grab a pair of shoes and her toothbrush. I saunter downstairs and hear her in the kitchen. Now's my time! I mumble something about trying to find my phone and run outside. I throw the shoes and toothbrush in the backseat and cover it with a towel. More sweat! I'm ready
I go back inside, and say...oh, there's my phone! What an actor! Oscar worthy! I get the DQ and we say goodbye to KP and Lala. And we're off. She gets in the car and we drive off. It is a cold night, so I put on the heat.
"Oh, can you turn that off, it is drying my contacts!"
Oh no! I thought I had every angle covered. I didn't think of the DQ's 20:1000 vision! I didn't realize that she was putting on her contacts for maximum hotness! I didn't think to grab her glasses!!!! I was so screwed. I almost confessed right there about my plot. But I soldiered on.
We get to the restaurant and sit down. Order a bottle of wine. Then I slide the room key over the table. I said something stupid like, I have a confession... I didn't really forget... I don't remember... I was more nervous then when I proposed. She looks at the key... "What's this?!?!?" (Editors Note: This was her exact same reaction to when I proposed. When she gets blindsided, she looses it). "Did you buy a house?" No... it's a hotel room key!
"Oh...OOOOOHHH!!!"
Happy Anniversary
PS... Later during the meal, she realized that she was wearing contacts. We almost had to go home and get glasses. Luckily I suggested just buying some contact solution. Whew!
PPS... When we got to the hotel room, we realized that the toiletry bag was one that she takes to Haiti. Really? But I saw a compact! Its just eyeliner, silly. But that is makeup!!! Luckily she had makeup in her bag that sufficed.
PPPS... Yes, I did pack the damned black bra that she was looking for. Wow! What are the odds?
PPPPS... So what time did we sleep in to? 730! Damn those Kizzles!
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