This surprise anniversary lunch is turning into a bit of a fiasco. Apparently my wife was running behind for work this morning and is wearing yoga pants and a flannel shirt today. Not exactly appropriate attire for Perry's
So I have to feign problems with the Z that I tell her I can fix myself over the weekend, have her come to my office, and then follow me home at lunch. Then I can tell her to change clothes because we have reservations at a nice restaurant downtown
