Geez. You men can be so dramatic sometimes.
Quicksilver made secret plans for Saturday night. Yesterday I asked him about what I should wear. It matters to a girl, hello! I asked him if I needed a jacket & he said yes. So then I assume we’ll be outside. No.
Hmmm…this is quite the quandary then. I really had no clue now.
Well, in the middle of the night, literally, it dawned on me what we’d be doing. Someplace cold inside??? So I texted him and asked him if we were going to a hockey game.
I got my answer in an angry reply of how I sure know how to ruin a surprise. Why do I always have to ask about what to wear, that he’d never leave me hanging or dressed inappropriately. This is why he never surprises me. Blah-blah-blah.
Good Lord. 1) looking good is KEY to a woman and she needs to know what she’s getting into before dressing/hair/make-up/SHOES. I didn’t ask to try to figure out where we were going. I asked because I wanted to make sure my options were clean and available! 2) a hockey game? Really? For me? Uh-huh. Thanks babe. :X I’m not surprised. (Now, I would have been surprised if he was taking me to The Melting Pot – the place I’ve been asking to go to for a few years now.)
I shouldn’t sound so ungrateful. Because I really am. He took the time to plan this all on his own. Was really into surprising me (he rarely does because I am good at guessing) and I deflated his balloon. Big time. I regret not playing The Surprised Wife.
And it IS the Kings vs. Avalanche!!!
Really… You had to guess didn’t you!!