This week, Arthur had planned quite the surprise for me. I’m not on that can be surprised ever. OK maybe sometime, but most of the time I find out there’s a surprise and push for hints til eventually I find out. Yea, I’m that person who hates surprises.
So last week, Arthur told me Monday morning he had to be at the shop at 7 am, he goes to work any noon, to help take some stuff down and redo the front area. I really believed it because he was so convincing.
Monday morning comes, the loudest alarm going off at 6:45, and he heads to the shop. London and I get up a little earlier than usual and start our day. Being super slow motion because I don’t have a coffee. Yes, I’m also that wife who has a Starbucks every morning because my husband gets one for me. I texted Arthur to find out if he’s coming back home before his shift, and he tells me he is but also someone from the shop is bringing me coffee because he felt bad for having to leave so early. About 20 minutes later I hear a pounding on my front door, thinking it was my Starbucks delivery. I open the door..and one of besties from Chicago is standing at my door. And there I am confused as confused can be.
My husband decided to fly in a friend because he knew how much I missed seeing my friends. It was a 24 hour visit because she had to get back to work, but we made the best of the 24 hours by going to the Mall of America and the aquarium. Part of the purpose for the surprise visit was for me to able to go out that night for a couple of drinks. Unfortunately, we’re not 22 anymore and decided to stay in with some beers and games. And I’m not complaining at all.
I can’t remember the last time I was ever that surprised, and it came at the most perfect time ever.