Four fricken weeks of planning down the drain. My wife is about to turn 30, the way she's taking it you'd think she was turning a hundred. (Some of you dirty old men wish you were 30 again don't cha?) Anyway, she mentioned a few years back that she has always wanted a surprise party. One in which she is truely surprised. Well I had it worked out finally. She was none the wiser about any of it. We were going to have it this upcoming Sunday. Under the guise that my parents were having a late anniversary party. Two more days to go and I'm in the home stretch and she expects nothing. Then last night I made my fatal error. I invited her parents. It didn't even take her mom 24 hours after finding out to get completely obliterated, and call my wife to ask if she knew she was having a surprise party on Sunday. I honestly can say I was completely speechless. I wanted to call to the whole thing off but my wife says that only hurts her not my MIL (who has now been informed there is no party). I figure I'll just let everyone else enjoy themselves and they can find out about it later.
