In my daily readings last week, I came across the post of a Provo office co-worker of the husband. This co-worker was reminiscing on the zany antics of the folks up in the UT. All those silly pranks and practical jokes (are pranks and p.j.'s the same thing? dunno.)
In reading the post I started feeling a little sad for the husband. Because he is a huge fan of the art of the practical joke. As am I. The great thing about a p.j. is that it inspires the victim to do one better. We can't resist them. We love to engage in them. And we compete for the title of Ultimate P.J. Master. But since the husband is in Phoenix, he misses out on the office shenanigans. Poor guy. There's not a lot of feasibility for the anonymity of a great p.j. here in this Phoenix office.
So I have spent a lot of time feeling sad for the husband. And then it hit me: I need to be feeling sad for my cute self. Because at least he has an office. Whereas, I do not have an office. Therefore (follow my math here):
As I have been wallowing in this self-pity for a day and a half, I have come to the realization that since marriage and children, I have become the butt of ALL practical jokes. And I must list some of the funniest p.j.'s that the husband and children have pulled over on me. So here goes (and I am going to incorporate the bullets here).
- The time all the dishes in the house were dirty and left in the sink for me to clean. And then when it happened again the next day.
- The time the washable marker on the wall turned out to be NOT washable.
- The time I found my good silverware in the garden.
- The time oldest daughter cut the pony tail holder out of middle daughter's hair along with a little hair.
- The time I couldn't find one of the children in Kohl's.
- The time an entire pack of Orbit gum went through the washer and dryer and almost an entire summer wardrobe had to be discarded.
(I told you these were pretty funny. Continuing...)
- The time the toilet seat was left up and it was late at night and I got up to take care of some business.
- The time all the toys in the toybox were emptied on the floor of the loft and I was able to step on a few.
- The time I got home from a meeting and the house was empty and then I realized that everyone was just hiding from me.
- The time my bra was found in the toybox.
- The time little son was trying to get The Jungle Book dvd out of its case and snapped that disc right in half. (It doesn't get funnier than that.)
- The time middle daughter was playing with her Ariel Barbie in a bucket of water in the middle of the kitchen floor and there was more water on the floor than in the bucket.
Like I said, one of the best things about the p.j. is that it can inspire a person to come back with a bigger and better practical joke. So, all I have to say is Family, you have come up with some crazy stuff, but you better watch out- Mom's thinking up some doozies. And then the joke will be on YOU!
Editor's note: this sounds like the post of a disgruntled housewife. Not the case. I just thought it was a funny concept, so I went with it. Wouldn't trade the jokes for the world.