Sweet Surprises

When The Captain and I were dating, I would often bestow upon him sweet surprises.

He never knew what to expect when he came to visit.

One hot August day, I was off work early, he was not. He planned to visit later that evening.

Knowing this, I took my 10 year old daughter, her friend and our roommate to Wal-Martz and bought a few water guns.

While he was working away outside in the heat all day. We were devising a plan of how to spring a surprise attack on him with the water water guns.

When he got home, he showered and called me to inform me he was on his way. We began searching for hiding spots and loading our guns.

At the time, he drove a 70-something, 4×4, Dodge truck dubbed, “The Moose”. You had to climb in and slide out. Have I told you how much I love big 4×4 trucks? Which probably has something to do with why I now drive a truck. It was a standard shift which accented the sound of the headers. I loved it!

He was happily making his way toward my apartment completely unaware of the planned attack. And without the weapon of choice in his possession. We took our places outside and listened. We could hear that truck coming from three traffic lights away.

The apartments were townhouses, which meant two units per building. When we heard the rumble of the headers turn into the apartment drive, we moved further back into the shadows and waited.

He backed into a parking spot beside my car, right in front of the building. Perfect!

He shut the truck off, fiddled around inside the truck a minute, opened the door, slid out of the truck, grabbed his always present cup of tea and shut the door. He turned and started walking toward the building…

At my command we came running, yelling and squirting toward him. All four of us! Two on each side.

As I drew closer, he sat down his tea, lurched forward and grabbed me. At the time, I weighed 115 lbs. dripping wet. He could throw me around like a rag doll. Running full steam toward him, there was no stopping and backing up.

That’s it, I became a human shield.

Not fair!

The attack was on him! Not me!

Do you think my partners in crime would stop squirting? Oh noooo, they kept squirting until their ammo was drained.

Not fair!

Silently, he planned his revenge.

A few days later, when he returned to visit, he brought along his bigger and better water gun. A “Super Soaker”! Are you familiar with those? They hold a lot of water, and don’t shoot a small squirt, like my el-cheapo little pea squirters. It shoots a continuous pencil-sized stream. Until, it runs out of air pressure. Then, it’s just a second to pump back up the air pressure and start shooting again. He prefers to stand in one spot and soak you rather than to chase you around and squirt you.

That’s my Captain. Always bigger and better!

He won the soaking contest.

But he didn’t win the surprise attack! After all, we expected him to get revenge. It was just a matter of time.

What little surprises have you bestowed upon your sweetie?

I could use some fresh ideas! Heh, heh!