The Cat Is Out Of The Bag

We had promised to visit Donna’s youngest brother and his wife later this year after the “baby to be named later” was born and hopefully named, but when an etiquettely correct invitation came to the baby shower arrived, a plan was hatched. Forget later, Donna and I would show up at the shower unannounced. The eldest brother and his wife were convinced to join the surprise crew and we almost snagged his other sister too. Well, we cleared it with Beth, the expectant mother, but we still wanted to surprise Scott.

The shower is on Saturday and the four of us were getting into the Seattle area on Friday afternoon, so Plan B called for the surprise to happen at an impromptu anniversary dinner for Scott and his wife Beth at her parents house (their anniversary is tomorrow.)

Things were going along smoothly until Beth was trying to get, Mr. Workaholic, Scott to take off on Friday afternoon to get ready for the anniversary dinner. He finally demanded to know what was going on and not being able to lie to him any more she told him that we were coming up. At first he didn’t believe her. Well, I hope you’re pleased with yourself.

I guess I’ll get back at you the only way I know how, post a baby picture of you for the whole internet to see. That’s you sitting on Donna’s lap playing on the piano in New Orleans.