"Susseys"

Susseys (SUSS-EE) is a term I use for surprises. I give sussees to everyone, and in return I have convinced Dave into doing the same for me. Granted, the sussey process has not been the easiest for him to comprehend. In the beginning of our relationship anytime he would go somewhere I would be like "Don't forget my sussey", thinking he would grab a key chain or tshirt from where he was at. He clearly had a different thought. The first year of him leaving and picking up these surprise little items always brought great comic relief. To date I have 8 containers of mace (3 that look like ink pens), a flashlight- the industrial sized one, not something little to hang on my key chain, a first aide kit for my car, Swiss army knife, and a shot glass that reads "I do it Grunt Style", and a men's robe and boxer set that he thought was a female set until I opened it in front of him and explained three reasons as to why this was not a female set. One of the three reasons did not even include that the front of the box stated "Men's Robe Set". But at any rate, I loved the fact he tried every single time.

Yesterday afternoon he sends me an email asking if I have calmed down about the laundry explosion that took place earlier (very early) in the morning. He then proceeds to say I have a sussey for you. I was half expecting a padlock for the laundry room door or a gallon of bleach just trying to prove how crazy I was being about the laundry. Instead, he completely shocks me and says he has made reservations for a weekend in Chicago. And that I need to pack something nice to wear Saturday night to dinner because he has made reservations somewhere "fancy". To date, this could be the best Sussey Award for Dave Hart.

So, we leave this afternoon for a weekend get away. I don't know what I am going to do when I am not close enough to mom for her to take the kids. But I do know, I will be traveling with at least 2 containers of mace, a first aide kit, and maybe I should pack his robe and boxer set for him:)

Happy Friday!