My husband was given tickets to the BYU/Gonzaga game. It is in Spokane Thursday night, a six-hour car trip one way. And it is my birthday Sunday.
I will pause for a moment to shamelessly solicit birthday wishes.
How he asked me to go with him:
Marianne, would you like to go away for a romantic get away for your birthday?
Me: That sounds like fun.
Him: AND to top it all off, we can go to the BYU game.
Me: We are going to a romantic basketball game for my birthday?
Him: It’s supposed to be a really good game.
Me: What else will we be doing?
Him: I thought we could get a nice lunch that (the contractor who is building his office building) recommended.
Me: He recommended a restaurant?
Him: He thought it would be fun to join us for lunch.
Me: For my birthday?
Him: Exactly. And maybe go over a couple last minute building details.
Me: And then after lunch and before the game we can go to the most expensive jewelers in Spokane so that I can have the properly sized diamond earrings for a college basketball game?
Him: (slight pause) Exactly what I was thinking.
(We’re not actually going to the jewelry store. But getting the pricey fountain pen I want at Office Max doesn’t quite have the same ring to it.) (And yes, I am aware of the pun and I apologize.)