(The title isn’t in order. lol It just sounds better that way.)
I hate surprises.
Because of that, when John called me Friday and told me that all three kiddos would be doing sleepover – whether they wanted to or not – at my mom’s, I was on the suspicious side. John doesn’t make plans for the kids to do sleepovers; he makes plans for the kids not to do sleepovers. I tried calling my mom to find out what was up, and she had no clue.
Saturday, John woke me up at 8 am. He said we needed to get up, eat, and get ready for an early day. I’ve mentioned this several times before, but I doubt anyone appreciates the depths of what I’m about to say. I. Am. NOT. A. Morning. Person. Expecting me to get up and do anything is, well, stupid. lol Despite what John and my mom kept telling me about cheering up, that I was in for a surprise, I remained in a bad mood. I kept that bad mood up when the first part of the plan got cancelled due to rain, then I was in a worse mood when I first spent an hour in Taco Bell then an hour in Walgreen’s as John tried to kill time.
We eventually arrived downtown, and that is when John sprang his surprise. (more…)