So, I was on my way here last night to tell that this ended rather anticlimatically but got distracted by something.
I got impatient that he hadn't found it on the shelf so I moved to the top of his TV.
He came downstairs later, sat down with me in my scrapbook room and looked sad. He basically said that he went to all that trouble to make that and I didn't even say anything when I found it so he didn't even know if I enjoyed it.
I explained how it had been found, and that I had started to send him an email but decided to try pay backs instead. And that his little prank was quite the hit on the DIS! That really cheered him up. So that was it, he pulled one one me, I pulled it on him and we talked about it and it is all over.
OR SO I THOUGHT!
Really, I figured that was the end of it. Once you talk about it, there is no fun anymore.
So I got called to sub for the first day this year last night. I am NOT a morning person so before about 10am, everyone knows not to mess with me. The garage is dimly lit. I get my stuff (meaning the cup of coffee I haven't even had time to take a sip of yet) in the car, DD9 is in the back seat and I put the the key in the ignition and turn the radio on. I shift to reverse and that is when I SCREAM AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
He got me good! The first time it made me laugh. This time it scared the daylights out of me! Scared DD too! She couldn't figure out why I screamed!
So I am looking for a really good place to get him back now. . . .