1. Thurl Bailey (former NBA player) can really sing! I'm not kidding. My husband and I got to go to a political fundraiser event at a very beautiful home here in SLC, and he performed at it. We sat on the front row, and he kept singing "to" us. So cool! He is the nicest guy. Seriously.
Us and "Big T" 2. Seven years. That can mean a lot of things to a lot of people. Right now, for me, it means this: last thursday was my seventh anniversary. Congrats to us! :D To celebrate we went to one of our favorite Thai restaurants. (And they gave us free mangoes and sticky rice! major score!)
3. Who says husbands can't surprise you after seven years? Yes, I know my guy pretty well. Okay, really well. But he managed to surprise me after dinner. He told me he wanted to walk into the Harley Davidson store to look at motorcycles (doubtful considering both of us know people who have died in motorcycle accidents), but there wasn't anything else around except some dance studio and a plasma donation center. I know things are tight, but I didn't think they were so bad that he'd take me to donate plasma for our anniversary. I thought he'd pull out of the parking lot (in typical fashion) saying, "ha ha, fooled you!" Nope. He parks. He gets out. We start walking to the donation center. I'm getting nervous but think, okay... I guess if we need the money that badly...
Then he walks past it. Guess what he took me to do yet?
He took me to a ballroom dance class! How sweet is that? Here we are a la DWTS. It was so fun. Yay for surprises! 4. I love surprises. Okay, maybe I should qualify that by saying, I love good surprises. I refuse to spoil my own gifts, even if I know where they are hidden. I actually get upset if I know someone is trying to surprise me and I accidentally find out, or it doesn't work out. Like, really upset. I just know how much effort goes into a surprise and I feel awful when it doesn't happen right - even if it's someone else planning it!
When I was pregnant with our first son, SHH (Super Hot Hubby) (is that a dumb acronym? Hmm... anyway...) decided to decorate the baby's nursery for my gift. He made me promise I'd stay out of the room until Christmas morning. He worked on it all December long and I didn't peek once. I wanted to have the full surprise. Sure enough, I was completely blown away when he took me in there and let me open my eyes on Christmas morning. (SHH is waaay more talented than I am. He can do so many things it's not even funny. Like painting animals all over the walls, and free handing a huge tree, and making "tree-clocks" and curtains and recovering couches and stuff like that. Also, lest you think he's not manly, he's very good at basketball. [He had the opportunity to play in college, but decided to pursue his business instead.] And photography. And building/fixing things. And, well, I'll stop. Let's just say, he's talented.)
So the point here before I got off subject listing the many things that make my husband wonderful (but hey, it was my anniversary, so cut me some slack), is that I LOVE surprises.
5. One surprise I really love is when I'm writing and a piece of the plot comes together so perfectly that it almost doesn't feel like I thought it up. Do you ever have those moments, when little details you added and thoughts you had, suddenly match up to make the most amazing moment in your story? A moment so perfect and beyond expectations that you almost want to cry and laugh at the same time? That is a good surprise.
So how about you? Any fun surprises, anniversaries, NBA stars singing to you, or other musings you'd like to share? Happy Monday!
