I thought when I married Jill that she would give up on trying to surprise me as I proved to her it was an impossible task. My keen eye for changes in routine, spending, planning and subtle changes in how she is acting gives me the edge in figuring out what is going on before it happens, or so I thought. Maybe somewhere along the way I started to let my guard down, maybe I was too busy with other things, but recently she pulled out all the stops and dropped a bombshell on me that I did not see coming. Everything seemed normal on Sunday when we turned in for the night, and I suspected nothing as I set my alarm for the morning and thought about what was waiting for me on my desk at work the next day. Jill woke me up before my alarm event went off on Monday morning and gave me a black box with my name on it. Inside it was all the completed paperwork and confirmation to attend the Porsche Sport Driving School in Alabama – the date of the class was for Tuesday.
Still thinking I was dreaming, she said, “Get dressed we have a plane to catch. I already packed your suitcase.” I’m a big fan of being spontaneous and couldn’t have been more excited, but for some reason all I could think about was what my calendar at work looked like and how I was going to cancel all of my commitments last minute. I was impressed when Jill had told me she colluded with Barb and my parents to watch my calendar, and had already taken care of my appointments and even informed my partners in my golf league that I would be unavailable. Good going, Jill! No stone was left unturned and we headed off to Birmingham, Alabama about an hour later.