plotting

sometime before I moved here, about 3 years ago, I remember getting off of work and deciding that I wanted to drive down and surprise my editor where he lived. It was only an hour and a half drive, so it was totally doable for a weekend. The problem was that my mom and I had barely done any packing and because of that she told me I couldn't go.

she used the office closest as an example, because it was full of clutter and crap and hadn't been cleaned in two years. I took that as a challenge. I obliterated that closet in one night, packing it and organizing it so that it was done. Once I finished it, she really had no other choice but to let me go on my trip (I'm pretty sure it was the next day).

I remember leaving town and driving down that familiar road, excited to surprise my editor. We had only been together about two months at that time. I rolled into town, and tried to be as sneaky as possible, hoping that I wouldn't get spotted by someone who knew me.

I knew my editor was at work at the time, but was going to get off soon. If his roommate was home, I'd just tell him my plan, and if not, I'd wait on the porch. Luckily, he was home, so I didn't have to sit outside.

he had the evil idea to film my editor as he came home from work, and then put it on the internet. When the time came, my editor walked in, greeted his roommates and saw me. He was holding some grocery bags and dropped them on the floor, rushing over to hug me.

because of what I pulled off two weeks ago (and posted about yesterday), this may seem like a very similar story. Well, its kind of the same thing. And because of what I did way back when, my sudden appearance a few weeks ago was not that much of a surprise, but anticipated.

it still was totally worth it.