They are SO gonna need therapy!

Remember last week when I told you that I might be in trouble and moving to Mexico?
(If not, you can read about it HERE)
All because I sold the Man-of-My-Dreams truck kinda without telling him?
Well.... He was fine with my executive decision.
He is happy because this means he can buy a new motor for his "Other Woman", the Camaro.

Anyway...
Worker #1 & #2 (both 16 yrs old) gave me unimaginable grief over the past week about selling the truck,

"Dad's gonna KILL you!"

"I'm NOT gonna be home when he finds out!"

"Can I have your iPod when Dad kills you?"

"Can you be sure to be outside when you tell him? Easier to hose blood out of the grass than the carpet."

"Maybe our new mom will let us stay out later."

"I get your laptop when you die right?"

"What kind of flowers do you want at your funeral?"

"Do you want to be buried in your dress or apron?"

Those kind of loving things.

So, I think it was time for a little payback.

When the Man-of-My-Dreams came home, I took him into the bedroom to tell him about the truck and hand over the cash.
The boys were quite upset when I shut the door, because this meant they would miss what they were sure would be a great show.

As we talked in the bedroom, the boys nervously paced around the living room.
The conversation between the Man-of-My-Dreams and went something like this...
"Honey... yell at me really loud! Then throw a shoe at the door."
"I don't yell at you."
"I know.. I know.. it's just to mess with their heads... Let me have it! You can be mean! lay it on me!"
"No"
"please?? I just HAVE to get em!"
"No"
"Sissy!"
"I guess I'm a sissy then, I am NOT gonna yell at you."
"You're scared of the boys!! That's it! You are SCARED!"

Insulted, he flung open the bedroom door, almost hitting the boys in the head because they were straining to listen.
"Where is my gun??" he demanded.
He went and got it and slammed the door shut.
I was so proud! I kissed him full on the lips while trying to muffle my laughter.

We waited a few minutes, then I opened the door.
I quietly walked past the two 16 yr old boys who were now sitting on the couch wide eyed and silent.
I was carrying my duffel bag.
I grabbed Otis the killer Boston Terrier puppy, got in my car, and left.

I drove around the block then came back.
They were all sitting in the living room.. silent. Not a word had been said the whole 10 minutes I was gone!
I walked in the door, and told them that I forgot my prescription.
The man-of-My-Dreams summoned me to the couch.

I quietly obliged.
I couldn't take it anymore!
Plus I could see that my Husband was only seconds away from convulsing into laughter.

We told em that they were SO Punked!!
and died laughing...

It took them a few minutes to realize that we had tricked them.

Yep.. They are SO gonna need therapy!
Oh well... It's a great thing that we all have a sense of humor.
Might be a sick sense of humor...
But still...