I was bored, bored, bored. I didn't want to spend another date night with my husband, Dennis, watching a movie and eating popcorn.
We needed pizzazz. I've always enjoyed spy thrillers, so I decided to live the adventure rather than just watch one. I'd plan the date to beat all dates. I could already imagine it …
Dennis steps out of the house dressed in a tux, looking like James Bond, and saunters to his silver Aston Martin with black leather seats. As he pulls away, he pushes a gadget and blows up his black Chevy truck—with all his hunting gear inside. He's on his way to a rendezvous with his beautiful wife …
Inspired, I called my friend Dawn to join me in creating a mission impossible date with our husbands.
"I'm in," she agreed. "I'm tired of always doing the same things on our dates."
"Great!" I had a partner in crime.
"We need a plan," Dawn pointed out.
I closed my eyes, conjuring the image of me as imperiled heroine ….
"We will catch you," the evil Russian mafia agent says with a diabolical laugh. "You will not get away." "No," I say bravely. "Dennis will save me …"
"Let's be international jewel thieves," I said aloud. "We're running from the Russian mafia. Our husbands' mission is to recover the stolen jewels and save us."
"Sounds intriguing," said Dawn.
Getting down to business, we analyzed possible routes and locations. We divvied up the tasks and set our next meeting for the following week.
The plot thickens
Seven days later, over mugs of hot tea in Dawn's kitchen, we outlined our plan.1