Well, we just couldn't help it. Over the last few weeks my husband and I have been having quite a lot of fun playing jokes on neighbors, co-workers, kids and the likes.
The first recent joke was my husband's irritating ribbing of co-workers who are UT alum. When TCU beat UT in Austin (the first time since like 1969 -- almost the same amount of time of us being on this earth) he had to crow a little. So, for a week he wore nothing but purple shirts to work amid a sea of UT alum. One told him, "You can't possibly have that many purple shirts!" to which my husband proudly defied. OK, he's obnoxious at times I admit.
Then down the street our neighbors suffered the best practical joke. Winnie and Warren carefully placed cute, lighted deer on their lawn for Christmas.They sparkled so prettily it was too much to resist. So, instead of doing the obvious joke of putting the deer in inappropriate positions (a thought we had but feared the retirees would be too offended), we speared the deer with arrows. The baby I pulled out of the ground and put him on his back with an arrow through the gut.We should have taken photos of the crime. Maybe the real deer in the neighborhood will run in fear!
By the way, speaking of jokes, my husband has launched an all-out war on the moles in our backyard. If you have ever seen Caddy Shack with Bill Murray then you can imagine my husband in our backyard. Seriously, the man (my husband) is possessed. He's tried setting traps, flooding the moles out with the garden hose, training our bird dog to smell out moles, and the most scary, spraying ether in the holes and lighting a match. I shudder at the thought. I can just envision the conversation with the insurance man: "Well, you see, my husband was trying to kill moles and he accidentally set the house on fire. Yes, he was using a gas. Yes, he lit a flame. But can't I claim my husband as a natural disaster? Will this increase our insurance rate?"
So next week, I'm going to Fort Worth for a final cosmetic surgery for my breast reconstruction and to meet my oncologist. This means my husband is left alone to his own devices for a few days. The kids are starting to get nervous and our neighbor has offered to provide food and provisions.
Wondering if suffering and disorganization really ever hurt anyone and if my house will be standing?
The Wondering Texan
The first recent joke was my husband's irritating ribbing of co-workers who are UT alum. When TCU beat UT in Austin (the first time since like 1969 -- almost the same amount of time of us being on this earth) he had to crow a little. So, for a week he wore nothing but purple shirts to work amid a sea of UT alum. One told him, "You can't possibly have that many purple shirts!" to which my husband proudly defied. OK, he's obnoxious at times I admit.
Then down the street our neighbors suffered the best practical joke. Winnie and Warren carefully placed cute, lighted deer on their lawn for Christmas.They sparkled so prettily it was too much to resist. So, instead of doing the obvious joke of putting the deer in inappropriate positions (a thought we had but feared the retirees would be too offended), we speared the deer with arrows. The baby I pulled out of the ground and put him on his back with an arrow through the gut.We should have taken photos of the crime. Maybe the real deer in the neighborhood will run in fear!
By the way, speaking of jokes, my husband has launched an all-out war on the moles in our backyard. If you have ever seen Caddy Shack with Bill Murray then you can imagine my husband in our backyard. Seriously, the man (my husband) is possessed. He's tried setting traps, flooding the moles out with the garden hose, training our bird dog to smell out moles, and the most scary, spraying ether in the holes and lighting a match. I shudder at the thought. I can just envision the conversation with the insurance man: "Well, you see, my husband was trying to kill moles and he accidentally set the house on fire. Yes, he was using a gas. Yes, he lit a flame. But can't I claim my husband as a natural disaster? Will this increase our insurance rate?"
So next week, I'm going to Fort Worth for a final cosmetic surgery for my breast reconstruction and to meet my oncologist. This means my husband is left alone to his own devices for a few days. The kids are starting to get nervous and our neighbor has offered to provide food and provisions.
Wondering if suffering and disorganization really ever hurt anyone and if my house will be standing?
The Wondering Texan
