So this afternoon as I was sitting on the couch, home from work sick, yet still sending off emails and making phone calls, I needed to use an application on my roommates computer. Fine. Easy. I BBMed her, asked, she said yes. Sign on to her computer, open Safari, gmail.com and whooops. Her Mac had not shut down and GMail was open – in her mailbox. What’s the subject line for the first 5 email strings?

Wink’s Bday. Wink = me. The sender? My boyf. The recipients? My roommates, sister, and closest guy friends. I looked. I could NOT resist. I know, I know. So wrong, right? But seriously, how could I not… these were multiple emails, sitting in front of me, about me, for me, in regards to my birthday (which happens to be this Sunday).

Turns out the boyf had over heard me (months, and months ago) mention that no one has ever thrown me a surprise birthday party.

Can you believe it? He is planning one! Although now, it’s no longer a surprise. So the question is: what do I do? I don’t think I should break the news to him that his super sweet plan is now thwarted. Instead, I think I’ll have to act surprised.

By the way, I broke down in tears when I read the emails. I could not believe it. He had called my dad, invited my sister, planned a menu, got all my best guy friends on board, worked out the details with my roommate. My sister, the queen of make your own pizza parties, is bringing things for pizza. Even my favorite: the pear and gorgonzola pizza. The boyf is having flowers delivered. Sister is bring balloons. Dad is sending down some of his favorite wine. And my guy friends are coming. They mean the world to me, and I’ve certainly been feeling down about their absence from my life lately.

Someone is throwing me a surprise party! And it’s the loving boyf. Le sigh. He is, amazing. I cried, and cried.