Along with our devil duckie positioning, Greg and I have other little ways of trying to surprise the other. Over the last year or so, a certain little rubber lizard has found its way in various places throughout the house. The goal is to try and surprise the other during its discovery. I have found it in our breadbox. Greg has found it in a clean sock while putting it on. It has been placed in the center of toilet paper rolls, in my box of tampons, in coffee mugs, in shoes, and under pillows. So you see, it has made its rounds. It is not meant to scare; it is meant to put a smile on the face of the discoverer.
Apparently, Greg wanted to crank the fun up a notch or two. Last night he scared the crap out of me and then laughed so hard when he heard the scream (and the ensuing expletives) that he had to wipe the tears away from his eyes. Apparently fun was no longer had by the simplicity of putting a smile on my face. He needed mass exodus by my bodily fluids for his amusement.
Before I tell you how he managed to shave several years off of my life, I have to tell you about what Santa left Braedyn this Christmas. Our super-hero obsessed boy got a full-size cardboard cutout of Ironman. He was totally wowed by this present. Well, he was at first. It lasted in his room a couple of days, but then he said it scared him at night. We reminded him that Ironman is a good guy, but he didn’t care. So, our friend spent a few nights in Jacob’s room. Then he got dragged out to the living room. I tried to put him in the playroom, but Emily carried him back into the living room. Which in and of itself is a very humorous sight.
Last night after a couple of highly interrupted episodes (thank you Braedyn and Emily) of the first season of Six Feet Under (thank you Netflix), I announced it was time for me to go to bed. I got up, walked to our bathroom, turned on the light, and saw this as my eyes adjusted to the light:
All I have to say is thank goodness it happened on the linoleum, and hooray for the fact that we have a mop and Greg knows how to use it. Oh, and I’d like to remind my dearly beloved that revenge is a bitch. Watch out!