What a Difference a Day Makes

I am feeling ridiculously optimistic. I'm sure this is folly, but I'm going to roll with it for now.

I haven't told T. yet. Our 9th anniversary is next week. I'm not sure I can hold out a whole week to tell him. On the other hand, it would be really fun. You see, I have this whole plan for how I'm going to tell him. He thinks, actually, that we have already started the testing for the next cycle (he doesn't pay very close attention to those kinds of details, thank goodness--there is only one of us sweating those!). So, this will come as a complete surprise. My plan for telling him involves a riddle. And, I frequently torture him with riddles on our anniversary. So, if I can manage to hold out until next week, he'll think it's another anniversary riddle, which should make it particularly entertaining when he finally figures it out. The riddle involves figuring out the use of another object which itself contains the news, but unless the riddle is solved and the use of the object is correctly executed, the news will remain unaccessible. Curious about what it is, exactly? Ahh, a future show and tell post in the making.

Yes, I have put too much thought into this. But I'd like it to be an event. We might as well hold on to the good moments while we can, because who knows how long the good moments will last.