If you read this blog very often, you know that one of my best friends is Dawn Ford. And her husband is one of my husband’s best friends. We go back forever. We travel together. We are in clubs and organizations together. In short, I want to make her happy.
And she was quite clear about one thing recently. Although she had a birthday last month, she did NOT want a party. She ESPECIALLY did not want a surprise party. If she said it once, she said it a hundred times — not just to me, but to all her family and friends. I reluctantly agreed. She would not have to worry about me!
Her son (and only child), Christopher, agreed, too. At least he SAID he agreed.
But a few weeks before her birthday, he gave me a call. “We are going to have a party,” he said. “And I need your help with the guest list. Who’s in that movie club you all have? I need their contact info.”
“Oh, no!” I told him. “She will kill you. And if I help you, she will kill me, too!”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “It’s gonna happen. Send me that list.”
“If I do it and she gets mad, you have to take full responsibility,” I said. But I was really worried.
“It’s on me,” he assured me. “I have a plan.” Continue reading