Big Goon

I love surprises. LOVE them. Ever since I snooped before my seventh birthday and found my Play-Doh Fun Factory gift in my parents closet and felt guilty and sad for weeks, I vowed (in a six-year-old kind of way) that I would never intentionally try to find out about an impending surprise ever again.

Well, I stink.

I do! Last Thursday I unintentionally became the worst surprise snooper in the history of surprise snoopers.

You know how we go on a birthday adventure every October? (John and I have birthdays 5 days apart and instead of giving gifts we go on give adventures) Well, Birthday Adventure 2011 = big surprise for Chrissy planned by none other than John Trapp himself. For a year, John has been scheming on a surprise location for me for our adventure this year.

To recap, our adventures to date have been the following:
2007: Scavenger hunt engagement day!!!!
2008: A weekend at a farmhouse
2009: Sedona & Grand Canyon
201o: Weepies and Sufjan Stevens concerts in Austin

And coming soon,
2011: Best Surprise Birthday trip ever!

Whenever John does something goofy or clumsy, I call him Big Goon. Of course, I am Lil' Goon. But not now. Today I am a big goon buffoon.

John told me not to look at our bank account the day he made a big purchase. So I didn't look...didn't look...10 days go by and I lost my grocery store receipt from that particular day. I thought, "I know John told me not to look but that was like a week and a half ago. Surely if I just look at the first half of the first page so I can be a responsible budget keeper wifey, I won't see anything, right?"

WRONG!!!! A third of the way down the first page, a big fat birthday adventure purchase smacked me right in my big goon face. Except it didn't hurt at all. Why? Because it was EXACTLY where I wanted to go. I felt like I was dreaming. In fact, I actually pretended like I was dreaming for a few minutes so that I wouldn't have to deal with the reality of telling John that I ruined the surprise.

So yeah...that conversation was fun. Ughhh. Actually, apparently my "Ooops I ruined our birthday adventure surprise" face is similar to the "oh my gosh I'm pregnant face" because at the beginning of our conversation before any words were spoken, John thought I was pregnant. Which is hilarious a) because I had just gotten back from a 9 mile run and b) because we are not trying to get pregnant. Oh, and c) That is not even CLOSE to what I was about to say. But the problem was I couldn't keep a serious "I'm sorry" face because I am SO stinking excited that I just was laughing and crying and squealing all at the same time.

The plan was that John was going to pack my suitcase for me and then not tell me where we were going until I was handed the ticket at the airport. He is still adjusting to the new "plan" but was incredibly gracious to me in my big goon confession moment.

I tried to tell John that I was surprised when I found out (which is very true), and in my lame attempt to preserve some element of the surprise to our b-day adventure trip I will not reveal to you the location of where we are going.

I will say that although we never made our beach trip happen this summer, I am determined to not yet put my hat and sunglasses on the shelf. Perhaps that's because it is a sunny 100 degrees today. Perhaps not. Perhaps we will make it to the beach sometime soon after all? Perhaps not...

For now, I'm going to continue on my big goon trend and not tell you where we are going. Because I love surprises. And I love my husband....far far too much to offer up anymore information about birthday trip destination right now. But AHHHHHHHH I'm so excited!!!