Leo Getz got it right: They f*ck you at the drive-thru.  On the Internet these days, Google is the closest we come to a universal drive-thru and it did a fine job of ruining my big surprise.  Here's exactly how this heinous crime was perpetrated:

So my wife was trying to enlighten some of her less Internet savvy co-worker to the joys of egosurfing.  Since her name isn't as out there as mine, she decided to use my name instead.  We've done this before in the past and my blog is always the first one in the list.  While my blog was still the first link on the list, it was the 5th link down that caught her attention.  The title was Speaker: Sean Burgess and pointed to a site she'd never heard of before.  While looking over the linked page, she noticed that the dates at the top of the page coincided with the dates of the secret trip that we were taking in May.  Well, she put 2 and 2 together and knew what I had been teasing her about since the beginning of February.  Thanks a lot, Google, you bitch!

So even though I had been very cautious about what I put on here and made sure to hide the credit card statements with the airline tickets on them, she still found out.  I hadn't told anyone besides my Mom, who was going to be taking care of the kids.  Not here Mom or her sisters, not the day care provider for Caden, not even the kids, and she still found out.  They used to say that if you want to keep a secret, don't tell anyone.  An addendum to that rule should be don't let it be any where on the Internet that Google indexes.  As a side note, if you can't find it on Google, does it actually exist on the Internet?

So I guess I can start promoting the ILUG Conference with reckless abandon.  Be prepared to hear more about it in the upcoming weeks.  And if you have any suggestions for things to do when kid-less in Dublin.