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sorry to hear about the leg(s) Lee. 
so i fully embodied the non-literal definition of "dodging a bullet" last night.
i spent most of my day at work yesterday, from 06:30 to 18:30 or so. spoke to my wife on the phone once in the late morning. and all in all, the day was pretty standard. busy, but not a harsh day.
as i was driving home and listening to mpr (minnesota npr), they started talking about marriage and that not many people get married in march.
a lightbulb went off in my head.
"i got married in march... D'OH! it was today!"
so it's around 18:45, my wife normally expects me home between 19:00 and 19:15. i'm 10 minutes from home and/or target.
obviously i needed to stop at target and do some power shopping.
i got home after a rough 20 min or so in target sweating the careful yet speedy decisions i had to make.
i had a nice card, a couple of things in a gift bag with some crepe paper and curly ribbons in hand as i walked in the door. my wife was upstairs with the baby, my 3yo boy was running/dancing around in the living room to some old show with barbara streisand singing something (which was surreal in a way).
he saw the bag and got excited, so i had to shush him so my wife wouldn't catch on.
we left the bag on the kitchen table opposite the stairs she would come down - i was thinking i'd play dumb until she saw it.
i went up to change, passed her in the baby's room putting him to sleep.
came down and stopped in to see her. somewhere in that minute or two i changed my plan to avoid bruises
i hugged her and said something like "hello my beautiful wife of four years"
she looked back at me and said, "oh no! is that today?"
[below is an almost exact replica of what my face looked like]

so i fully embodied the non-literal definition of "dodging a bullet" last night.
i spent most of my day at work yesterday, from 06:30 to 18:30 or so. spoke to my wife on the phone once in the late morning. and all in all, the day was pretty standard. busy, but not a harsh day.
as i was driving home and listening to mpr (minnesota npr), they started talking about marriage and that not many people get married in march.
a lightbulb went off in my head.
"i got married in march... D'OH! it was today!"
so it's around 18:45, my wife normally expects me home between 19:00 and 19:15. i'm 10 minutes from home and/or target.
obviously i needed to stop at target and do some power shopping.
i got home after a rough 20 min or so in target sweating the careful yet speedy decisions i had to make.
i had a nice card, a couple of things in a gift bag with some crepe paper and curly ribbons in hand as i walked in the door. my wife was upstairs with the baby, my 3yo boy was running/dancing around in the living room to some old show with barbara streisand singing something (which was surreal in a way).
he saw the bag and got excited, so i had to shush him so my wife wouldn't catch on.
we left the bag on the kitchen table opposite the stairs she would come down - i was thinking i'd play dumb until she saw it.
i went up to change, passed her in the baby's room putting him to sleep.
came down and stopped in to see her. somewhere in that minute or two i changed my plan to avoid bruises
i hugged her and said something like "hello my beautiful wife of four years"
she looked back at me and said, "oh no! is that today?"
[below is an almost exact replica of what my face looked like]