Surprised

Seven years ago, on our 3rd date, John gave me a toy detective kit.  Complete with handcuffs (minds out of the gutter, people!), a police baton (in case I needed to give someone a beat down?), and a magnifying glass (to look for clues, of course).  I happened to be an investigator for DFCS at the time, and he assured me that these toys were going to help me in my new career. 

Or not.

(Personally, I believe it's because he had the foresight to know that I make it my mission in life to ruin surprises, be nosy, figure things out.)

So this year, you can imagine the VERY GREAT RESTRAINT shown when I managed to NOT open an email that was left OPEN on his iphone bearing the subject:  "Sherri's Birthday, Pricci, August 14th."

Excuse me husband, have we met?  Head in the game, John!  Do you know that I had to immediately, fingers-twitching, give you back your phone and run away?

I might also add that among our friends, we are notorious for trying to throw each other surprise parties.  Every year.  Some people have begun referring to it as the "Annual John/Sherri Surprise Party."  As in, will there be an Annual Surprise Party this year?

Why, yes. Yes, there will.

Thank you to my wonderful husband for the fabulous surprise 30th birthday party!  And in case you were wondering, I'm still 29 for 2 more days, and don't think I'm not hanging on for dear life.

Disclaimer:  it is total and complete coincidence that I had my hair and makeup done on the day of my party. 

Totally. 

Possibly.

Me and the sneaky secret-keeper

Rod and Kristin, his partners in crime.

Moment of truth--why is it so embarrassing to be serenaded by 30 people?

Again with the serenading.

(Okay, who am I kidding?  I loved it.)

Quite possibly the best picture on record of my brother-in-law, Jamey.

Doesn't he look so good in Burberry?

Huge thank you to all of my sweet friends and family who helped throw my snoopy self off track in previous weeks.  You're all big liars awesome, and I love you!