Plans. I make them, then God laughs. I have a Type-A personality and I like things meticulously planned in order to ensure my life doesn’t veer too far from where I’m headed. Once I have my sights set on something, I’m going to do everything in my power to get it.

But every now and then—or as in my life, ALL.THE.TIME—life throws a curve ball and I have to bend, bow, lean, twist, or dance the Roger Rabbit to try to keep it together.

Not too long ago, while shopping at Whole Foods, JD picked up a bottle of champagne to toast a celebration with friends. I feared the presence of the bottle was premature and begged him to return it. He, of course, didn’t listen and insisted the bottle would be put to good use. When we arrived to our friends’ house, I pulled the untrumpable Wife Card. This card entitles me to request whatever I wish when I feel my husband is making a bad call. So I used it. In case there are other ladies who want to learn how to work it gracefully, it goes a little something like this: JD, as your wife, I’m begging you to leave the champagne in the car. Of course, it can be changed to please stop wearing that college t-shirt to dinner or it’s now June and I’d love for the Christmas lights to be removed. You get the point.

This is the Wife Card. And I used it.

In the end, JD listened to me and later agreed it was a good decision. When we arrived home later that night, he pulled the champagne from the trunk of the car. I wondered what we’d do with it, as we’re not really drinkers. Every morning for the past few weeks, its lonely face looks at me when I open the fridge. If it were Wonderland, it’d be wearing a sign: DRINK ME.

Well, I ain’t no Alice, but tonight I will be toasting to something very special to me.

Good news is on its way…

**EDITED TO ADD**
Peeeeeople…I am NOT preggo! I've been laughing all day at your comments, so thanks for making me smile! If I was pregnant, I wouldn't be drinking champagne…rather, I'd be off getting a massage, buying a new purse, and choosing a diamond ‘push present'! 🙂
The suspense ends tomorrow…