Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Anniversary...

According to Webster, surprise means to impress forcibly through unexpectedness. According to me it is crap! Well the leading up to the surprise. Please don't misunderstand me, I love receiving things just as much as the next person. It's just surprises and I have a love-hate relationship. The leading up to drives me insane! I become consumed with trying desperately to figure out what in the world it could be. Thinking of the obvious, and then the completely off the wall. It rules my life!

This past week was no different. Kevin and my anniversary was this past Sunday, and my loving husband thought he would give me a huge surprise with what we were going to do. I thought it was just going to some restaurant I had been wanting to try out. This bothered me because, how was I to know what to wear, more so what shoes to wear! Kevin likes to say whatever you want with regards to this, which always puts me being slightly over dressed. So I obsessed over what to wear. Then on Wednesday a student of mine comes in and tells me she knows what I am doing over the weekend. She had over heard Kevin at CVS talking to the parent of yet another student of mine. Then as the week passed more and more people in our little town knew what was going on!

Friday Kevin had a 2 day basketball tournament at church and it seemed that as well everyone there knew. I was talking with people about being there the following day for day two and they would look at me like whatever. I felt strange, and became quite self conscience when talking to some people. I thought at one point that I had something on me, but as it turned out they all knew we weren't going to be there for the second day.

Saturday I just gave up; didn't care anymore. I'd wear some nice trouser jeans, a blouse, and boots and be done with it. I went for my everyday walk and after only a mile I used the potty. As I'm washing my hands in walks my mom, telling me I had to come home now. I was freaking out, I thought something had happened to Khloe, she wasn't able to come with me to the park because it was too cold for her little ear infection prone self. After reassuring me that pumpkin pie was safe, she explained that I had to get Khloe packed, Kevin's mom was picking her up at 12. I needed to pack a bag with something nice to wear tonight and bring Cali (doggie) back to the house, and be at the lot at 2 sharp.


I could not believe this! That hour and a half moved by soooo slowly. When we finally got on the road Kevin wouldn't tell me a thing, and still not knowing my way around this state I was clueless as to what we were headed toward. At one point he had me convinced that we were going Chapel Hill to see the campus and watch Carolina play Duke in baseball. If you know my husband that isn't to off base, so easy to think he would do. I mean the epitome of romantic would be seeing Arizona and Carolina meet each other in the NCAA tournament!
After we passed every UNC exit, I finally realized we were going to Wilmington (the coast). I was soooooo excited, but he had me under the impression we were staying at Comfort Suites. This I bought because we are watching our money because we are in process of buying a house. It really wasn't a big deal to me where we stayed.

When we got to Wilmington we pulled in front of this beautiful old building, my sneaky husband told me to wait in the car that he thought the GPS was lost and would ask inside where the hotel was. I seriously sat there thinking 'is he really going in to ask where the comfort suites is?' I embarrassingly sat there dumb to it all till I finally turned my head toward the road and saw a sign that read "Graystone Inn: Bed and Breakfast." Kevin then came and opened the car door and said get out dumb a..


I was so shocked! He did so good I was so proud! We had the best time, it was the most beautiful Inn. I will get pictures up soon!

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