So tomorrow is the day. My sister and I have been planning this for months. Twice, I almost opened my big mouth and let something slip, but I attribute that to the fact that I was juggling plans for three surprise parties at the same time. I kept forgetting who I could tell what.
My parent's 40th anniversary passed by on Wednesday, apparently unnoticed by any of their loved ones. My sister and I don't usually call them to wish them a happy anniversary, and we couldn't exactly start now without tipping somebody (read: my mom) off.
Tomorrow morning at 11:30am, we will swoop down on my mom and dad, who will most likely be innocently reading the paper. We will show up at their doorstep. They will be stunned, wondering why the heck we are there. Gradually, we will mention that they might like to start packing.
Confusion will ensue, with both of my parents claiming they cannot possibly go anywhere because they already have plans that are set in stone. My mother believes she is meeting one of her friends at their house, and my father believes he is scheduled to do his volunteer job.
My mom's plans are a complete set-up, (with the cooperation of the friend, of course) and we rearranged the schedule for my dad weeks ago without him knowing. We will let them call everyone to confirm that indeed, they are plan-less. I had even asked them to "babysit" Mr. Personality on Sunday just to make sure they wouldn't be ditching anyone. I feel a bit of a twinge because they were excited and planning a big day with him, but hey, that's what next weekend is for!
Then a Lincoln Town Car will pick them up at their home, and whisk them away to a four-star resort for the night.
But wait, that's not all!
We are letting them know that we want to have brunch with them the next morning, and to be ready to meet us at 10:30am. Unbeknownst to them, over 20 people will be waiting for them at our reserved table. People are scheduled to fly in from other states, and hopefully we can give them a bit of a surprise. On top of the surprise from the day before, that is.
This weekend has been meticulously planned down to the last detail, and it will go off with military precision. My parents are just lucky that we choose to use our powers for good, not evil.