Don't let that title fool you. I'm not 40; my dear hubby is. But I think I aged an extra 6 years this week alone!
I had my husband's 40th birthday surprise party to plan, federal and state taxes to file, an illness to fight off, a cold sore to eradicate, house guests* to host, my wife to murder, and Guidler to frame for it; I'm swamped! (Without fail, every time I start naming the items on my to-do list, that Princess Bride line pops into my head. It's a classic.)
So, without further ado, here are the highlights from Travis's party.
I rented the "Double Billiards Room" at Noah's: For All Life's Events, and then I called Travis to say that I had locked my keys in my car while running errands and that he needed to come rescue me. A surprise awaited him when he arrived. And I have to say that this is the FIRST time I've been able to surprise him about anything. He's the WORST about guessing his gifts. (I guess I really mean he's the BEST at it, the jerk.) And let me tell you, I cannot fathom how people manage to have affairs or work as government spies. The effort of keeping this party a secret almost cost me my sanity. All the sneaking around, the lies, the close calls. I'm just glad I survived it all!
Forty of Trav's closest friends showed up to play billiards, ping pong, Rock Band, arcade games, the works! I also created a custom Trav word search (click here to build your own) for everyone to fill out for a chance to win a prize.
I also asked everyone to fill out a copy of The Trav Quiz and bring it to the party. Reading through all the hilarious responses was probably Travis's favorite part of the evening.
* p.s. The aforementioned house guests include my amazing friend Jenny Webb and her daughter Lucy, who stayed the night on Wednesday, and the incomparable Elizabeth Dillow, who will be on her way to Salt Lake tomorrow (weather permitting) to hang out with Wendy and me. We're gearing up for non-stop hilarity!
