Hello everybody. Just in case you were wondering I have been off the reservation for the last few days. Mrs. Shife and I have had family in town since last Thursday and I took a few days off to enjoy their company.
I know what you are thinking, what color underwear is he wearing? Black. Thanks for thinking of me in my underwear. I swear every time I start blogging with you this happens. Get your mind out of the gutter.
OK let’s get back to business.
We had family in town for a surprise birthday party for Mrs. Shife. I am sorry I couldn’t tell you about it but I had to keep it a surprise. Anyway I have been planning this for months and it was difficult keeping it a secret from my lovely wife. And I am still not sure how I did it because she is one smart lady. Mrs. Shife came home from work Friday and I told her we needed to go out to a bar for a drink to celebrate her birthday and I had to tell her something. She was suspicious because I had been acting funny that day so I needed to distract her so I wouldn’t blow the secret. We get to the bar and I told her I got promoted at work and they wanted me to move to Chicago. This is a possibility because my company has an office there and my family lives in Illinois so Mrs. Shife knows I might want to move there. She buys the fib and we discuss the pros and cons of moving to Chicago, and I must say that I could have been an actor because I put on one helluva performance. After a lengthy discussion about Chicago, I finally get the call from the family that Operation Mrs. Shife is in place and we can bring home the victim. We head home and she walks into the house to be surprised by 16 relatives. It was awesome, and I have been told by Mrs. Shife that I am going to be nominated for husband of the year. I just figure I am going to get a kick-ass birthday present next month.
I know what you are thinking, what color underwear is he wearing? Black. Thanks for thinking of me in my underwear. I swear every time I start blogging with you this happens. Get your mind out of the gutter.
OK let’s get back to business.
We had family in town for a surprise birthday party for Mrs. Shife. I am sorry I couldn’t tell you about it but I had to keep it a surprise. Anyway I have been planning this for months and it was difficult keeping it a secret from my lovely wife. And I am still not sure how I did it because she is one smart lady. Mrs. Shife came home from work Friday and I told her we needed to go out to a bar for a drink to celebrate her birthday and I had to tell her something. She was suspicious because I had been acting funny that day so I needed to distract her so I wouldn’t blow the secret. We get to the bar and I told her I got promoted at work and they wanted me to move to Chicago. This is a possibility because my company has an office there and my family lives in Illinois so Mrs. Shife knows I might want to move there. She buys the fib and we discuss the pros and cons of moving to Chicago, and I must say that I could have been an actor because I put on one helluva performance. After a lengthy discussion about Chicago, I finally get the call from the family that Operation Mrs. Shife is in place and we can bring home the victim. We head home and she walks into the house to be surprised by 16 relatives. It was awesome, and I have been told by Mrs. Shife that I am going to be nominated for husband of the year. I just figure I am going to get a kick-ass birthday present next month.
Comments
I think you are a hands-down winner for husband of the year.
Oh, and you get bonus points for the whole Illinois thing. ;-)
you better be careful, you'll spoil her!
Good going, shifey! That's awesome!
Happy Bday mrs. shifey!
Smooth move, though. I'm impressed; I don't know many guys that go that far for their ladies anymore, and I'll be the first to say I never did. Probably why I'm still single, but hey, what the fuck.
Good to see you back and don't worry about being too busy to blog or comment, most of us (I think) go through phases.
I am off next week for a 4-day trip to Wales then the week after to Egypt then the week then maybe camping the week after... then it's full on work until the summer! Phew!
And I always figured for a guy that wore black. ;)
You are so clever!