Ok Im really twitching bad over here

Well, since my husband has only heard rumors about two seaters, and scoffed at nonsense about "how fun it would be to have personalized license plates with the word "sky" in it" and because he was out of town skiing when I put down the deposit and ordered the Sky, and my saleslady is on strict orders to dial my cell phone only, and he won't know of it, see it until I drive it home...because of all that, for the most part my friends and coworkers, but for those in my trusted inner circle, have been spared all my mewling and whining, bragging...!!! That leaves y'all to have to endure! (Pronounced "yawlll" in the South). He was in Mexico when I ripped the carpet up against his wishes and refinised the wood floors, and he loved it, couldn't visualize, so my take on all this is that husbands against their women driving twoseaters just don't know what's good for them, that is why you have us, and when he gets to drive it, I won't hear narry a peep. So, I am just skipping all the naysaying, keeping him from being stressed ( I am so unselfish, don't you think) by saying nothing until the SKy is in my driveway. I am the primary breadwinner in my house, but, while I don't pull rank usually, from time to time a girl has to do what a girl has to do.

HA! See? Good to know there are other "get er done" gals out there. We know what's best, and as long as the "sneaky" is fun and meant to benefit all. There is a running joke when he leaves town, someone will say, "That's long enough for your wife to build an addition your house"...My guy is the greatest, I have painted the house, ditched the inlaw's dining room set for a new one, torn out the bathroom, the list goes on (So far, the flat screen LCD was received with most positive attitude..hhahahaha) But this, this is the numero uno impulse-sneaky to date in all eight years. Sometimes we are talking in the morning and we don't want to stop and he'll drive me to the office which is a trek and very sweet, as he calls it door-to-door service. When he got first whiff that a convertable was on my radar screen he reacted with some negativity, (silly him, like you can interfere with the tides)He said, "You need four seats," I said, "No, I don't need room for three men, just you." and followed with "Besides... you can drive me to work in the sportscar, and after you drop me off the girls will think it's your car".