Dear Kid,
I have been Kidnapped. I will be kidnapped. I was kidnapped.
All of the above are equally true and equally false.
Let’s start with the timeline. I’m writing this last week (It is last week as I’m writing. Except it isn’t. It’s now. But by the time you read this, it will have been last week). Explaining the timeline is not as easy as I’d hoped.
Timeline Take 2. I’m writing this letter on Friday because I am going to be deprived of my computer for the Weekend. Later today (or last Friday, as it were), Dad is kidnapping me.
Perhaps kidnapping is too strong a word. Since I am going willingly. Happily. And I expect to be returned, no worse for wear, in a few days (by today, in fact).
We’re celebrating our anniversary and Daddy is surprising me with a trip. Here’s what I know so far: We’re leaving Friday evening (Pi is coming home to Puppy sit and study). Saturday evening is dressy. The rest of the time I need to look casual but nice. There will be coffee. I’m not allowed to bring a computer.
Which means the trip is not a surprise but the destination is. Except that by the time you read this the destination won’t be a surprise—at least not to me because the weekend will be over.
I’m sure I had a Lovely Weekend. Will have had.
My verb tense usage and I need a nap.
