Frappy Fool’s Day! I hate it.
Okay, hate is a strong word. Don’t say hate, blah blah blah.
But really, as much as I’m into watching prank and joke shows (Candid Camera forever), I can’t handle BEING PRANKED. All caps.
I can’t. So far this morning (and these are mild) there was a fake spider behind the sugar jar (I didn’t lose my sh only I know the shapes of these stupid bug toys yet it STILL made me jump a little), notes all over the walls (when did they do this??), a planter on a pillow in the middle of the living room (I can easily move that back, no prob) and a flashlight upside down and on and flickering eerily on the chest of drawers. (That one I need to ask about. Crap.)
So, it’s time for revenge.
And I’m not the greatest at this. I’ll put broccoli in cereal bowls and right before I pour the milk I’ll hand them the bowls. NOTHING GETS WASTED, simmer down.
I’ll tell Nat (she’s been home for two days with Strep and dying to get back to school today because she is a complete sanguine replica of me and needs her flourishing social life) that her doctor called and said she has to stay home again. (that would actually be a prank on me)
I recorded Will singing in the shower (from a distance, chill) the other night, so Nat wants to tell him I posted it to Instagram this morning. “He’s not going to get upset,” I said to her. “OH YEAH HE WILL, YOU WATCH,” she replied.
That’s it. I’ll keep you posted.
Tell me your pranks! I mainly try to survive today and not read any headlines or captions because everything is ALREADY SO PRANKY it makes no sense.
Did you guys hear about New York City libraries ending late fees, and all the books (including personal notes on why they kept them) rolling in? Unbelievable! I would give anything just to sift through the books and read all the treasures (and excuses, ha!) inside.
Speaking of books, I’ll be finishing The Girl He Used To Know this weekend (it’s really, really sweet, but I fear something’s a comin’). It’s been way too long since I’ve perused a used bookstore. I might need to reshuffle today and make that happen. No joke!
Remember one hour photo?!
Not the movie. Was it a movie? I feel like it was a movie. I may have been a movie. Maybe it wasn’t a movie.
But remember the THRILL SLASH ANGST of finishing out your Le Clic, carefully taking the film out (don’t drop it!), and turning it into the Walmart one hour photo? How much extra did it cost to get one hour developing? I can’t remember. But this was the the conundrum. Do you you stay in Walmart and go bounce the bouncy balls in that big cage thing in the toy section for an hour? Or do you leave Walmart all together and come back later on? Oh, the stress. The waiting. Complete murder.
And then you come back, pay the one-hour film dude, flip through the photos of summer church camp and they’re all *#$&^$#$ing blurry. Or you’d have glowing red demon eyes. Why did we all have glowing red demon eyes?! Because we all had glowing red demon eyes.
Here’s my question: did you opt for one-hour because you’re an impatient sunufa, or did you drop the film off, completely forget about it and come back a month later?
I’m sure you know what camp I was in.
I’m running this (fast and flat!) race in less than a month. KC-ers, raise your hand if you’re running it, too. I can’t wait. It’s my favorite race in the city. It is seriously FLAT and DOWNHILL, ha!
I’ve done a lot of “ha!” in this post today. We’ll manage.
Are you running it?
It’s our school auction tonight! WE EVEN HAVE A BABYSITTER. All caps. We’ve not had an actual babysitter (and by that I mean a teenager to which we pay dollar bills) in over two years. Matter of fact, the last time we had a babysitter was for the school auction! Which was like twenty minutes before the pandemic shut the world down. How’s that for (not) funny. It’s also our (17th!) wedding anniversary tomorrow, so I’ll think we’ll power wash something and clean out the car. We just ooze romance, you guys.
Your pranks today – spill it!