Being thrown under the bus…

I just have to relate a story about my dear, sweet, loving husband that will unfortunately paint him in a very unflattering light.

Last Friday, I was having lunch with my BFF from work and she was telling me about a friend of hers and the fifteenth anniversary celebration that the friend and her husband had. The husband took her to a five star hotel, booked a couple massage, reserved a lakeside private outdoor eating area for a romantic dinner alone, and then had the hotel room covered in rose petals. And he planned it all without her knowing and she just had to show up. He even arranged a babysitter for their three kids. Sounds really fabulous, right?

Well, in the midst of our conversation, I recalled that my BFF had just celebrated her fifteenth and there had been a wee bit of disappointment between her and her hubby as they had radically different ideas about what they should do to celebrate. So I began to quiz her about her tenth anniversary celebration and her honeymoon. And she let me know she and her hubby did take pretty cool trips for both occasions.

It’s this morbid curiosity thing I have.

I love hearing about what other couples have done.

Because Sarge and I have done nothing.

I need to let you know that my tenth anniversary celebration consisted of dinner at a restaurant that had a big mascot robin that came around and greeted diners. Oh, and being taken to the movie “Blades of Glory“ (somewhat reluctantly too, I might add).

I also never had a honeymoon as Sarge was in police academy at the time of our nuptials. Now, this wasn’t really Sarge’s fault but the end result was the same. No honeymoon for us.

After hearing about the wonderful experience of the other friend and then hearing about my friend’s romantic escapades, I told her about my lack.

Her response, “Yeah, Christa, you’ve been robbed. You need to get Sarge to take you somewhere, anywhere, and soon.”

You see, Sarge is a pretty bang-up dad, a very funny man, a borderline work-a-holic, an extremely committed police officer and a truly honorable husband. And as such, I do hate to throw him under the bus . . .

. . . but he really does need to take me away. Just him and me.

And soon. Or I might not be responsible for the bad things that could occur.