Charlie's 40th birthday was last week. His gift from me was a trip to Las Vegas. Well, really it was a gift to myself because I've been wanting to go, but his birthday was a good excuse. At the end of last year I realized I didn't have anything planned and this was a pretty big deal and I should do something. That's when I came up with the idea of Vegas.
So, I called my parents and they agreed to come watch the kids for a few days and I booked the whole trip. I kept it a secret until his birthday, which almost killed me, and then when the big day came only told him the destination. The fact that he wasn't allowed to do any of the planning is driving him bonkers. He plans every trip we ever go on, I don't even try anymore, so trusting someone else to do a good job is not easy for him. He is convinced he can do better (and most often is right).
The day has finally come and we leave this morning. He still doesn't know everything and I do have a few surprises up my sleeve. Since he reads this blog I can't tell you what they are, but I'll give you the lowdown next week when we get back.
Of course I can't tell you everything because, you know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
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