Good morning dear Stalker. I just left your house (stalking made easy) about an hour and a half ago. I was up until 3:30am Wednesday morning and I managed to survive the day on four hours sleep. As I sit down to type this, it is almost 1am Thursday morning. I am beat!
I really don't have anything to say so I will take the time to write in a "journal" fashion. These are things that I am putting (did I ever mention I hate homonyms? - no, not putting as in golf - putting as in setting something in place) down some funny stories so that I can remember should I ever forget. ...duh? - so I won't forget. (however I doubt I could).
Our Shenanigans on Devil's night. That was so much fun - I remember that one year, you were wearing that yellow fluffy sweater and had a cold and kept coughing. I thought for sure we were going to get busted. I spent a couple nights popping popcorn. Had all these garbage bags full of it in the living room and Jade came downstairs to see what the noise was. lol - I told her I was making a snack. Puzzled by my seemingly large appetite that night, she headed back to bed.
Armed with the popcorn, toilet paper, and the pallet wrap (happily supplied by Tom) and whatever else we thought might come in handy, we went to Dave's and filled the bed of his truck with popcorn. We plastic wrapped and toilet papered both Neil's and Wendy's cars. We went to Mark and Jodi's and plastic wrapped, and toilet papered their cars together, and we also made an effort to include all the trees in her yard. We also dumped all that popcorn on her doorstep and down the path leading to the driveway! Oh, that's right - we did the same thing at Jennie's house too!
It's a good thing you chickened out when we got to Tom's place because he was waiting for us with a big bucket... full of water balloons! That was so much fun! We have to do that again soon - and not on devil's night! We still owe Jennie and Jodi for the dildos they shoved in the grills of our cars - oh, and the jar of peanut butter they crammed behind the door to my gas tank. (did they do that to you to?) I remember walking out to my car and noticed a path of paw prints up the side of my car in the salt spray - leading up to my gas tank. Popped it open to see what a raccoon might find interesting in there, and that's when I found the peanut butter! I closed the door and decided I'd deal with it later.
Later came after a few days - you know how it goes - out of sight, out of mind. Then the blizzard hit. My luck being what it is, I needed gas in a big bad way. I was not impressed that I left it as long as I did - I needed gas and I needed it "NOW." So, in -25° weather, winds gusting at 70km/hr I pull into the station with no hat or mittens, open the door to the tank, and that's when I remembered the peanut butter. FUCK! What's worse than a gas cap buried under peanut butter? A gas cap that is buried under FROZEN peanut butter. So there I was, getting funny looks as I scoop to find my gas cap - dressed for the fall even though it was more like weather found in the Arctic.
... And to think I drove all three kids to three different schools (at peak times) - all the while, oblivious to the dildo that was protruding from the grill of my car - and how can I forget to mention the icing on the cake? A cardboard sign that said "Honk if you're horny!" strapped over my front licence plate.
Nice friends!
I love my friends. They all have a good sense of humor - even when they are being nasty bitches! But I guess what goes around comes around! Life on the edge (of insanity)!
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