You all know how much I dislike surprises and Greg is horrible at keeping them under wraps. We have a “No lying” thing about our marriage which hinders his secret keeping ability.


Quick note: Birthdays in our home are a huge deal. We go all out.


This year he surprised me. I thought I knew what he had up his sleeve when the caterer called to confirm his order and when BC came home after their outing and spilled the beans about my gift. I thought he’d planned a big formal affair because both our families were flying in, siblings included…and our friends.


Boy was I wrong.


Yesterday evening, everyone got dressed…I mean dressed to the nines. Even BC had a suit on. I’m thinking, “Okay, we’re going NYC or to Greg’s club.”


Wrong again!


We hopped in the cars (about 10 in all) and drove two houses down to our neighbors. At this point I’m dying laughing but there was more. It wasn’t a huge catered affair; it was a fried chicken eating “Pass the hot sauce” throw down! We had a blast: music, kids running around, talking loud and laughing. Eventually, the other neighbors and local friends came over (even the gnome was there!) and it got out of control.


I left briefly to call Stephanie Morris and tell her of my utter bamboozlement…she laughed at me too.


I’m always making fun of WASP because its fun and they make it so easy with their finger sandwiches and ascots, but I have to admit: They can cutup when they want too. No, Greg didn’t dance this year, thankfully, but it was probably the best birthday I’ve had in years. And having our families and friends in town made it even better.


We had so much fun last night and everyone finally woke up about 4:30 this afternoon. Even Daniel and Greg (the early birds) passed out all day. Perfect, absolutely perfect! So I’m giving up my snooping ways and letting Greg keep birthday related secrets. He did a good job this year.


Love you!