I’m a very hard person to surprise. Somehow, one way or another I tend to figure things out. No big deal, it just happens, The Hubby is used to it. If I see you often or am particularly close to you I will work it out.
So this last weekend he was home Late Friday to very early Wednesday, then we weren’t to see him for another 17 days. I had readied myself for a longer than usual time apart, but by Friday afternoon I was in a mood. I tweeted that it was another husbandless weekend & woe is me. I’m allowed.
So then he calls. He says it will be late before we talk because he was going to a movie with the VW Club. I already knew about this but because of the aforementioned mood I wasn’t happy. Then he (stupidly) asked what my plans were for the evening & I snapped at him.
Anyways I apologised later on & we planned to have a Skype to session at about 10pm.
So the night wore on & my brother said he would pop in at 10pm. I told him of our plans & he said he was still coming. At probably 10.10 he messaged saying he was on his way. At 10.20 I heard his car. He was on his phone as he opened the door so I wasn’t really paying attention. Then I looked up noticing he had brought someone with him.
Hubby was home!!
I was absolutely stunned. I may have bawled a little, or a lot. Whatevs.
So I have a bonus weekend with my man home and I am thrilled. Not only because he managed to surprise me for the first time, but also because he’s here. And I love him and everything is awesome.
Also to the smartie pants that said he was so get laid last night… Yes I heard about that & my only comment to that is WELL DUH!!