If you’ve been following, last week I celebrated my 30th birthday. My wife is throwing me a “surprise” birthday party this weekend for it. I quoted surprise because I pretty much know everything about the party. Originally all I knew was that she was throwing me one, didn’t know date, location, time, activities, decorations, etc., etc. I tried not to snoop or even think about it but it came to me so easy. I figured out the date first, then a lot of the decorations and where it was because we share a bank account and I’m in charge of finances in the house. Therefore when she needed a check she had to get it through me and so on. She’s not very slick either, plus my six year old son is like a walking tape recorder. He can’t keep secrets and she takes him with her most of the time. My wife keeps calling me an asshole because nothings a secret but my biggest complaint is why does it even have to be a secret? I’m thirty fucking years old, secrets may give me a heart attack. I’m not a teenager or pre-teen who loves a surprise. Just throw me the damn party and let me have some input so it’s not a drag. Maybe it’s me but surprise parties are OVER-RATED!
It’s a party for the guest, why can’t they have some input. After all, the person knows what he or she likes. I’m not throwing a surprise party for my wife. In fact, I’m not throwing her a party period. I’m going to take her away somewhere fun. She doesn’t like parties, me I love parties. Well, I should rephrase that, I like parties I’m a part of. I get the draw to surprise parties. Surprising people get a fun response but I think a certain point comes where surprises aren’t the way to go. I’m sure the party will be fun, I’ve dropped hints for the last year on what I want to happen and my wife knows me pretty well but wouldn’t it be easier to let me help plan it? I’m 30 not 13!!! Maybe it’s me but leave the surprises for the teenagers and pre-teens, I’m getting too old for that shit.
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