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So here we are, on the eve of my 47th birthday. Yes- I said 47 without stuttering or choking. When did 47 happen? Eh- It's just a number (unclench butt hole).

What are we doing for The Day? I have no clue. David was over there, googling stuff in stealth mode. He says - OK - got it all planned but we need to leave early. Me: How early is EARLY? David: 6am. So - cool. 6am. Now I ask myself... Where the hell would we be going to get up at that hour? I try hints.... you know - chick hints:

• How long a trip?
• Need I bring coffee?
• Will there be coffee on the way? (Sorta sounding like we live in outer Mongolianatazmania)

These hints are getting me nowhere. So I go into UberChick hint mode:

• What type of clothing would be appropriate?
• Comfy or fussy shoes?
• Long or short coat?
• Jeans and a shirt alright?

So now he is just smiling- David: Do you want me to just tell you? Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! (As if I want all the fun to be taken out of the surprise!)

Damn.

Will update after the day is over!