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I don’t even know where to start on this one

100_1639THE BOX JUNGLE THAT IS MY ROOM, the Indrelunas house, Chandler— Well, I’m sitting here amidst 498ish USPS Priority Mail boxes filing this. Why, you ask? Well, I’m not quite sure I know the answer to that, but let me give it a shot.

Today I had a Wesley-related meeting up at Tempe First that was supposed to run from 3-5 p.m. So I figured I’d just stay up in Tempe until Wesley started at 6:30, rather than messing with rush-hour traffic.

But the meeting wrapped up by 4:30, so I came back to Chandler, where I found Michael and a random friend guarding a couch/chair fashioned out of boxes of something:

It's a couch? Couch no more
It's a chair It's MICHAEL'S chair

They wouldn’t explain what was going on but told me that Priya called earlier and wanted me to go down to her house. I tried calling Priya while walking to the bank at the Fry’s by our house but to no avail. [Withholding snarky comment here.] After banking, I called Michael, who told me Priya didn’t really call but he was working on a Mom-sanctioned surprise for me and that I couldn’t come home for ten minutes or so.

I stalled and found the hallway to Michael’s and my bedrooms curtained off when I arrived home. I really wasn’t sure what was going on, but I saw an empty box of Monster Energy drinks in the kitchen and figured the boy had gone hog wild on ordering the stuff:

A little later, I checked on Michael and what sounded like a few of his friends again:

I see some random boxes in the hallway but don’t think anything of it. I’m informed that Mom really doesn’t know about the surprise, but nevertheless it will still be around when I get home from Wesley.

And it was.

Check out my surprise:

Surprise video tk

There are also photos of my surprise on my flickr account and in a Photobucket album of Michael’s.

You know, I’ve gotta say… I’m touched. I think. Michael even cleared off my bed and the chair at my computer, where I’m sitting now.


Yeah, this is where I’m sleepin’ tonight:


Well, at least there’s absolutely no chance I’ll have to share my bed with one of our dogs tonight! And as Michael just told me, “If an axe murderer was coming for you, you’d totally be safe.”