It has come to my attention recently that no one thinks I can keep a secret. Who what huh? I can TOTALLY keep a secret. You give me something to keep a secret about and I will keep it secret, by gosh. Stop laughing. I CAN.
So this week I found out that a certain entertainer with a name that rhymes with Nilly Dole will be coming to the great state of Idaho. We lurve him. We sing his songs to our kids. We rock out to “You May Be Right”. The only song Greg can play on the piano is “Piano Man”. Naturally we have to go see him live.
I thought about talking to Greg about it. I knew he would say “NO!!!” and lecture me about how expensive concerts are and what a waste of money they were. I didn’t want to fight about it. So, as all wise people do I formulated the most cunning plan. I would buy the tickets and the day of the concert I would tell him we were going on a hot date and then somehow end up at the arena. At that point there would be no questioning. The money would be spent, we would have to go and he would have little to no time to complain. Sounds good right? I thought so too!
Last night I discussed my scheme with Samantha. (You know, Samantha, the sister that lives with us) She laughed. And laughed and laughed. And told me there is NO way on earth I would be able to keep it a secret from him. She bet I would break. She thought I would tell him in two days. She said that if I told him I would have to give her something very valuable. Something that meant a lot to me so that I would NOT want to tell. I told her I didn’t need to do that, I would just not tell him. She laughed more. Dang girl made fun of me the entire episode of “The Office” and almost ruined it for me. Almost.
So this morning at 10 am sharp I bought two tickets to go see Mr. We Didn’t Start the Fire. They are good seats. I was kinda freaking out I was so excited. Sam called me soon after and reminded me that I was not to tell Greg. Duh. I’m not going to tell him!!! But check out our great seats and look what I did and won’t it be fun!!!
Greg came home at noon. I told him within 10 minutes of him walking through the door, two hours after I actually bought the tickets.
Man, I’m a loser.