When my husband, Jamison, told me he had a surprise planned for Sunday evening and I should dress comfortably but warm, I began to wonder, was he calling it a "surprise" because he was being a cool, fun husband? Or was he calling it a "surprise" because he knew that if he told me what it was, I’d opt for a Sunday night snuggle with Disco instead? As we were heading west, I thought I had it figured out, we were going to an early showing of the Hunger Games (which he’d been trying to convince me to go see for weeks). . . Read More >>