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Troubles!

I’ve planned a surprise birthday party for James tomorrow night. Since he didn’t know about it, he went and planned a little dinner thing at his dad’s house tonight in Langley (45 km away). He also planned to have a little do at his mom’s in White Rock on Sunday (also 45 km away, but in a different direction).

I need to get everything ready, bake the cake, etc. So I feigned sickness so I wouldn’t have to go to his thing tonight.

First he was really upset that I didn’t want to come to his party tonight, even if I did have a splitting headache, since if I’m going to be sick I might as well be sick at his party in Langley. And he said he’d be really pissed and never trust me again if I was lying because I just didn’t feel like going.

Also, he planned on staying in Langley all day Saturday and then going straight to White Rock since coming back to Vancouver tomorrow would be two sides of a triangle and he doesn’t want to be driving all over the lower mainland on his birthday.

Then I thought maybe my symptoms should escalate, and they did. But I overplayed my hand, and he just got really worried that something was far wrong with me, and I was really just too depressed to leave the house, or something.

So I gave him a call, and I said I felt terrible for missing his party (I do, I really would like to have gone, but the cake needs to get baked SOMETIME and that’s tonight), and then HE felt bad because he thought he made ME feel bad, and… well you see where this is going.

Soooooo…. still not sure how I’ll get him back to Vancouver tomorrow. Maybe the old “Sorry I missed your birthday party, we’ll have a special evening here… and besides I still feel sick so you should take care of me” trick? Don’t know. But everyone at his party TONIGHT is in on the party tomorrow so they’ll help me out.

Wish me luck! He better like it because I’ve dropped a big wad on this party already, and if it bombs I will cry.

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