Can I Even Plan?

Beebe is faced with a task she hates to honor her husband. Daily Flash 300 words

Can I Even Plan?

“What’s the plan?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What?” said Beebe as she tried to figure out why the descale light kept coming on when she’d done the scaling routine four times already.
“For my birthday tomorrow.”
Back-pedaling in her head, she suppressed panic. Thinking quickly, she turned and smiled at him.
“Well, if I told you my plan, you wouldn’t be surprised, would you?”
“I just want to be ready, in case,” he said lamely.
“Just stay dressed that day, you don’t want to cause a heart attack among our friends!”
“Okay, you got it!” he said knowingly.
Beebe almost slapped her forehead. Did that mean she was committed to having a party for his birthday? She loved attending parties, but did not like planning and hosting them.
She kissed him goodbye absently as he left to go golfing. As soon as Beebe heard the front door close and the car leave, she was on the phone. She called the caterers and ordered his favorite meal.
Getting guests was another story. In most cases, she was calling way too late. Most had other plans, some could come later, after dinner.
She sighed and called the caterer to ordered that dinner for two with extra romantic flourishes.
“Well, I’ve done my best, I hope he’s surprised,” Beebe said doubtfully to herself.
When the birthday morning arrived, she was surprised to see him wearing his second-best suit to breakfast. He was so handsome when he dressed up! By lunch, he had the jacket, vest and tie off. Still handsome, but more casual.
She sent him out for wine and unnecessary napkins, so the caterers could come in and set up the dining room for their meal. She closed the dining room door just in time.