They couldn’t be any worse than the time I flew with my three kids and my sweetheart’s three kids (they flew back to Utah to spend the summer with me) when they were a lot younger. We had a 5 1/2 hour layover in Seattle beginning at 5:00 a.m. Ugh!
After that experience, I would welcome balloons or baboons or even buffoons!
Here is my plan so far thanks to all the suggestions (you people are soooooo romantic):
I will wear my jeans and sweater on the plane, but I will stuff my new white lace teddy with the red hearts (Valentine’s special at Victoria’s Secret) into my carry on. A friend let me borrow his long coat. It is a western duster instead of a trench coat, but it will work.
I will tell him that I read the ticket wrong and that I will be flying in an hour later. I will hurry and collect my luggage and then ditch into the restroom to change. I also bought one of those temporary rose body art tattoos that I will place in on a strategic area of my body. I do like the red ribbon in my hair suggestion, so I’ll bring one.
He probably won’t recognize me in a duster with my hair up, so I should be able to merge into the crowd. I’ll play it cool and act a little hurt that he doesn’t like my “new” coat, but once we get into the truck - look out!
After I lose the coat, I will drip edible body oil over myself and slowly rub it in, and if I don’t start laughing, I may suggestively lick it off my fingers and who knows what else my evil mind can dream up.
I thought about getting a room in town, but his home is a lot more romantic with the fireplace and big four post bed. Besides, his daughter will be staying with friends for the weekend.
You better be nice or I’ll sic my lackeys on ya.
