Surprise!

I don't like surprises. I really don't like surprise parties. I made Sonny promise me several times to never throw me a surprise party.

So, imagine my surprise when he did.

Now, I don't mean to be a brat or to sound ungrateful. I realize there are people in this world who would be happier than a puppy with a pork chop to have a surprise party thrown for them. In my heart, I believe that my sweet husband convinced himself he was doing this for me and that I wouldn't really hate it once it happened. He does that, you know. When we were first married, I emphatically told him that I was afraid of mice...but he didn't believe me until I made him stay up with me all night long while we were trapped on a mouse-infested houseboat. I also told him I hate scary amusement park rides...so he lied to me and forced me to go on something that scarred me for life...while I was pregnant! And, there have been several times when I have told him that driving that way really will make me throw up. I think we all know how that ended. Oh, Sonny. I love you, but why do you torture me this way? I insist on believing he means well. (I keep telling myself that so I don't kill him.) Thank you, husband, for trying. And thank you everyone who came. You are lovely people and I adore each of you. Just never do this again, okay? :)