"Hello, Courtney, this is Rose from San Antonio Jewelry. I tried calling Ryan on his cell phone, but he didn't answer and I am getting ready to leave for the day. I just wanted to let him know I heard back from the jeweler, and he said he can have the missing diamond replaced and ready to be picked up next weekend. Again, please let him know I am so sorry he was unable to pick up the ring today; I know he was really looking forward to it."
There was no missing diamond, of course, I only needed something that would be believable by my smarter-than-the-average-bobcat girlfriend. I had intentionally asked Rose to call Courtney as soon as I left the store, knowing that she would spend the next hour worrying herself sick trying to figure out how to break the news to me that she knew what I was up to. -Mean, I know. She sweetly tried to burst my bubble as gently as she could in an effort to minimize my heartbreak. I tried to act as irritated and disgusted with Rose as I could muster for 'ruining my suprise'. The hardest part was keeping a straight face. I thought for sure Courtney would see straight through my 'disappointment' and know that I was lying. Well technically, Rose lied. I just went along with it.
I of course had the ring in my pocket the whole time, with all the diamonds in their proper place. Actually, I hid the ring box under the spare tire in her trunk, just in case she looked in the glove box, or center console, or any other place I might stash it. Paranoid, I know. But I didn't want to ruin the surprise.
Why am I telling you about this engagement story on her birthday, you ask? Here's why:
This present has been hiding in the spare tire well under the trunk floor of our car since yesterday afternoon. Man, RyRy, That looks a lot like something Courtney would wrap!If that's what you re thinking, you're correct. That is exactly what something Courtney would wrap looks like. Because she did. A few weeks ago I told Courtney our friend asked for gift advice for his girlfriend. Courtney offered some excellent advice and even offered to wrap it for him. (Yes, Rob, I am totally talking about you.) And who wouldn't want a gift that looks this good to be given to them? In the words of Rob himself, "It looks like a work of art and shouldn't be unwrapped." I agree wholeheartedly. However, I lied. Courtney, Rob didn't ask you for gift advice. And This present wasn't really for Sarah. When you offered to wrap it for him, I just couldn't think of a graceful way to say no. Then it struck me. I may not be the first husband to ask his wife exactly what to get her for her birthday. However, I bet I can be the ONLY husband, EVER, to have his wife accept that same birthday present in the mail, open it, and wrap it, without ever knowing shes doing it for herself. That's right. I totally made you gift wrap your own present this year. Well, one of them at least. Maybe next year will be better and I won't even have to be involved with the process at all, you can just do it all for me. Hahaha.
And for those of you who think I had it easy, let me set the record straight. Keeping secrets is something that I have to work hard at. Its not easy for me to know something and not tell someone. It's even harder to lie to your wife, and remember all the lies, just to keep your story straight. My wife is a smart cookie. Not only did I have to create and pre-plan the lies that I would tell her, I also had to make sure that whatever story I told her was believable enough for her to accept and move on from. No small task, let me tell you.
I'm not going to show the present entirely, I will let Court do that later. Her gift wrapping technique was actually really awesome, and I know Sarah is probably a little bummed that her present isn't really hers. I know I would be if I were her.
On a more important note, Courtney, I hope you aren't
I love you babe, and I want you to know that I hope you have the best birthday you've ever had. And if you don't, maybe knowing that I have struggled to keep this a secret for so long will be a consultation prize. Hahahaha
Happy Birthday Sweetheart, I love you!!
Also, Since I made you move three thousand miles away from home and can't throw a party in Point Reyes, CA with all your closest friends, I thought maybe we could do the next best thing, a Blog Party! Because whats better than throwing a party that requires minimal planning, no food, no stress, and most importantly no Clean up? The best part is, No matter how many people show up, there's always room, and you don't have to worry about entertaining anybody!