A few weeks ago Spring [1] lamented that she was jonesing for a trip, any type of trip. So last week I announced that we were going on a trip.
“We're going on a trip next weekend,” I said. And by “weekend” I meant Spring's weekend, which extends to Monday.
“Cool,” she said. “Where to?”
“I'm not saying,” I said. “I want it to be a surprise.” Because, you see, I wanted the destination to be a surprise. “But we'll be gone Sunday and Monday.”
And so tomorrow morning, well, late morning and quite possibly early afternoon, we're leaving for parts unknown.
Well, unknown to all but me.
Muahahahahahahaha!