OK, so that's a really good song by the Queens of the Stone Age (with a crazy sexy video), but that's not what I'm talking about.
Still, here's the video:
What I am talking about is that I'm horribly bad at keeping nice secrets from Missy.
Case in point - an extra gift for her birthday. I found a jewelry store not too far from my office on Wednesday. I popped on over there at lunch, and bought her a nice charm for her Pandora bracelet.
I felt like such a good, lovingly (and successfully sneaky) husband.
Later that day, I'm texting with my friend Marie Furie about my awesome stealth----missy-birthday-ninja skills and my plans for the big surprise reveal. I tell her all about how I'm going to sneak it into the fridge Saturday morning, so Missy will just stumble across it. Perfect. Bulletproof. Rock solid.
Except I accidentally texted that part right to Missy.
She didn't seem to mind my ruining the surprise though.
I'm pretty grateful for that, and for her, each and every single day.