30

This post is a while in the making, but good things come to those who wait, right?

HB turned 30 on April 23rd.  Me, being the super star wife (yeah right) I am decided to host a little surprise party for him.  It should be noted that I have never, ever, in my life, planned a surprise party, especially not  for a 30 year old man. 

I stared planning at the beginning of April. I secured a spot (the local pizza place, no way was I having it at my house) and ordered the invitations.  (Have you ever tired to order invitations for a man? Not as easy of a task as you would think.  Thankfully I found an Etsy shop that had just what I wanted.  Check it out here.)

Fast forward to the week before the party.  HB comes home on Monday and says, "I think I am going to Arkansas this weekend to buy a motor for my Jeep."  NOOOO!!  Quickly thinking I reply, "That's fine, but remember Saturday is date night. You have to be home by 6."  He agreed. 

Thursday night HB had a softball game. At that game one of his friend's mother asked him about his birthday.   And another friend's brother punched him (lovingly) in the shoulder and said, "I heard you have a big birthday coming up."  (Thanks guys, because I was so close to closing the deal.)  When he came home from the game he asked me, "What's going on Saturday night?  Why are all of my friends worried about my birthday?"  I looked at him, smiled and said, "If you are FB friends with them your birthday shows up on their page."  That satisfied for a day.

Friday night G (one of HB's friends who came into town for the party) went golfing with him and stayed at our house. While HB was in the bathroom, G looked at me and said, "He thinks something is going on. He kept asking me what and I told him nothing I knew of."

Sick to my stomach.

Saturday was a blur, I participated in a yard sale and frantically tried to get all of the last minute things for the party in order.  When I got home at 4:30 I told HB I was going to take a shower and get ready. He said, "That's fine, I'll get one after you and we will go on into town." That wasn't really going to work for me. We were suppose to leave the house at 6:30 to be at the pizza place after all of his friends were already there.  I panicked and called my friend Sayrah.  Bless her heart, she took one for the team and stayed at my house until 6:10 enduring sighs and evil looks from the hubs who claimed he was starving.  I thought I could drag out the leaving of the house a little bit longer, but HB had other ideas.

In a moment of desperation on the way to meet up I faked girl problems and made HB pull over at the drugstore.  I spent long enough in there to get an "Are you okay?" text.

Finally we make it to the restaurant where HB circles the parking lot and picks out every one's cars.

To say the surprise party was a success might not be entirely true.  HB knew something was up, but not what. I know he had a great time and that's all that matters.

To say I gained 5lbs from the emotional eating display I put on the week before the party, that would be true.