I’m taking my husband to Chicago for his 30th birthday and to a concert there, and I am the WORST secret keeper ever. But just from him. I guess I tell him every single thing.
I already spilled the beans he has to take off one day. I am not even telling him we’re flying anywhere. I am just packing a bag for him and leading him blindly. So I am posting about it on Tumblr since I still have a whole month.
Related: Need dinner recos! And please don’t tell me Giuliana Rancic’s restaurant.