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EVEN THE BEST LAID PLANS…

submitted by: Jim DeBrabander

Two years ago I had set up a very carefully planned date for our anniversary.  The plan was to have my wife come home and find a rose and a card on the table.  The card contained instructions for her to go to a salon for a massage and a hair styling for the evening.  The solon would give her another rose and card sending her to get her nails done and so on for a make-over, a new dress, and finally to meet me at dinner and on to a play, then to a bed and breakfast for the night.  Sounds great right?
The trouble was to get her out of the house since she is a stay-at-home mom.  I had arranged for my parents to watch our children our children for the night, and told my wife I had tickets for a concert by one of her all time favorite artists.  I was to get off work early and we would take the kids to my parents and leave for the out of town concert in time to get some dinner on the way.  I did get out of work early, but parked one street over from where we live so I could see our house.  I had carefully planned the appointments so she could relax and enjoy the day without rushing to each place, but that was about to change.
I called my wife from my cell phone and told her traffic was stopped on the expressway, that I would be late, and to take the kids to my mothers house, and I would be home by time she got back (that should get her out of the house long enough for me to set up and get back out, right?).  Well I waited . . . and waited . . . and waited. . . ten minutes and she hadn’t left yet (didn’t she know I was on a time table?)  So, I called again to tell her I was still parked on the expressway.  Five minutes later, my mother shows up at our house!!!!  My wife had called her to come get the kids from our house to save us time (my mom was told the whole plan by the way!)  At this point my wife would have 30 minutes to make the 25 minute drive to her first appointment.
I finally had to drive in while my mother and wife were there, hand my wife the rose and card, and tell her which salon to drive to.  She was so stressed at this point, she started crying! 

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