Posts Tagged ‘practical joke’

I’m the FOOL yet again

April 1, 2010

 april fools trick

In case you’re new here at MSJ, my family is world-renown for the rubber band on the kitchen sprayer on April Fool’s Day.  I got blasted again this morning…. you’d think I’d have learned by now.  Hardy har har!  I guess I’m a slow learner.  The boys laughed hysterically… one even rolled on the floor holding his belly.  THEN they asked me to make them a special breakfast of egg muffins!  The nerve.  Being the nice mom, not the revengeful mom, I made the egg muffins.  But when I set them on the kitchen table I mumbled, “I sure hope there’s no plastic pieces in these.”  They quickly dissected the breakfast bounty before biting.

Next, one son uses the bathroom near the kitchen.  He returns to the kitchen table, but both boys are smiling like the Cheshire cat.  A quick perusal of the commode revealed a ketchup packet folded in half under the toilet seat, awaiting a victim’s hiney.  Hardy har har.  I threw it away.  An hour later there was a Taco Bell packet folded in its place.  Hardy har har, again.

At that point, I explained that the fool would be cleaning up any mess that fool cleverly caused.

Then Rick called me from work and asked if I remembered a job he told me about in Michigan.  This was a premeditated April Fools joke in the making commencing over three weeks ago.  He talked of the position, pay, home prices, etc. etc.  I rolled my eyes at the thought of Michigan.  No offense to the fine people of Michigan.  And I know they’re fine…. I’ve met plenty of them down here in Arizona in the winter months.  He proceeded to tell me that they did a phone interview and he got the job.  Again, I said “Hardy har har!  I know it’s April Fool’s Day!”  He was a bit surprised at my sharpness just after nine in the morning.  I told him I was wearing a wet bra from the kitchen sprayer to help me remember what day it was.

I hope your day was dry and taco-sauce-on-your-bum-free!

A Tribute to my Husband, the Videographer, Part 1

May 23, 2008


Billy-Bob and Linda  (Can you tell I just found out he was wearing his false teeth???)

The year was 1993. My sister, Christy, was graduating from Vanguard University in Southern California and we had been invited to attend her senior recital.  We were living in Northern Alberta so any excuse to visit California was a good one. She majored in Vocal Performance and I had never heard her sing opera…. seriously… so I was anticipating a reallygoodshow.  My parents asked Rick if he would video tape some of the songs…. so they could enjoy the performance. They should have known better.  He’d been their prankster son-in-law for six years by that time. Rick faithfully fulfilled his duty… with a peculiar smile on his handsome face… which I assumed was due to the type of music my sister was belting out.  Not exactly the rock-n-roll we loved.  Not even in English, for that matter.

Unbeknownst to the sane family members, Rick was videotaping Christy…. and zooming in on the bald head of the capable piano player who was accompanying my talented sister. Not just once or twice.  It was throughout the ENTIRE recital… over and over and over….. Christy…. bald head from far away… Christy… bald head zoom shot… Christy… bald head from other side of the room. This was not when bald heads were cool and hip. This was a hair-loss victim surviving the only way he could without wearing a rug.  

The video still makes me laugh. My mother was absolutely disgusted. He’s such a dork. Stay tuned for Part 2 of the Videographer.