Hello, readers. Welcome to my dark side.
You may remember that several weeks ago, I posted a photo on Facebook of a prank that my husband played on me.
Remember this?
That Barbie head has actually been passed back and forth between us for a few years now. I'm not even sure how it got started, but I think it may have been a few years ago around Halloween time when Mr. C mounted her head on a stick. I vetoed it. There may or may not have been an argument. All I know is that the next morning, I opened up my underwear drawer and there was Barbie's disembodied head laying there, looking up at me. Of course, my natural inclination was to take the high road and remain silent about it- which I did, right after I placed her square in the center of Mr. C's medicine cabinet for him to discover the next morning- which he did. Then he slipped her away and quietly hid her in another good spot a few weeks later, for me to once again find.
And so it went. Sometimes she appears in a few places within a week, sometimes she's absent for months and months. But she always comes back.
Oh yes. She always comes back.
So, a few weeks ago, when he put her on my car antennae and let me drive her around to two different schools and then across town to a client's house, I vowed revenge. Except, I knew that it had to be good. Disembodied Barbie has already been everywhere surprising or funny in our house, and I have to hand it to Mr. C; putting her on the car antennae was really a genius move. It was very clear to me that to break even with him, I'd have to kick this whole thing up a notch. Perhaps even, it was time to include other..... props. (smirk)
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, my revenge:
That's right. He doesn't know it yet, but he's the proud new owner of a bumper sticker that lets the world know exactly how awesome his wife is. And don't worry, it's magnetic. I'm smart enough to know that a girl shouldn't mess with a man's truck (unless your Carrie Underwood). A permanent sticker-backed one would've landed us in the divorce court.
The beauty of all this is that by the time you all are reading this, he will have walked out the door into the brisk morning air, gotten into the cab of his truck and unknowingly proclaimed his love for me all the way down the 10 freeway. And just for good measure, Barbie's on the antennae.
You see, she loves the smell of revenge in the morning.
You may remember that several weeks ago, I posted a photo on Facebook of a prank that my husband played on me.
Remember this?
That Barbie head has actually been passed back and forth between us for a few years now. I'm not even sure how it got started, but I think it may have been a few years ago around Halloween time when Mr. C mounted her head on a stick. I vetoed it. There may or may not have been an argument. All I know is that the next morning, I opened up my underwear drawer and there was Barbie's disembodied head laying there, looking up at me. Of course, my natural inclination was to take the high road and remain silent about it- which I did, right after I placed her square in the center of Mr. C's medicine cabinet for him to discover the next morning- which he did. Then he slipped her away and quietly hid her in another good spot a few weeks later, for me to once again find.
And so it went. Sometimes she appears in a few places within a week, sometimes she's absent for months and months. But she always comes back.
Oh yes. She always comes back.
So, a few weeks ago, when he put her on my car antennae and let me drive her around to two different schools and then across town to a client's house, I vowed revenge. Except, I knew that it had to be good. Disembodied Barbie has already been everywhere surprising or funny in our house, and I have to hand it to Mr. C; putting her on the car antennae was really a genius move. It was very clear to me that to break even with him, I'd have to kick this whole thing up a notch. Perhaps even, it was time to include other..... props. (smirk)
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, my revenge:
Oh wait. That's a little far away. Here, try this:
The beauty of all this is that by the time you all are reading this, he will have walked out the door into the brisk morning air, gotten into the cab of his truck and unknowingly proclaimed his love for me all the way down the 10 freeway. And just for good measure, Barbie's on the antennae.
You see, she loves the smell of revenge in the morning.
Bwahahahahaha.
*Update- Damn Mr. C. As soon as I heard the front door close this morning, I ran to the front windows to watch my evil plan go into action. He walked right past the bumper sticker to his antennae, pulled off the Barbie head, stuck it on my car, and then upon walking back to his truck, saw the bumper sticker. Then he turned around and saw me spying out the window. Then he took off his shirt and put on one that was hanging in his car. That part was confusing. (Why'd you do that, Mr. C?)
Anyway, he's no fun. I am now taking suggestions for new ideas to exact revenge. What I lack in hatching evil plans, I make up for in perseverance.
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