Later that night... we were playing Beyblades in his room and I was finishing up a Dr. Pepper. Normally, I would clean up after myself and toss it, but tonight, I messed with him a bit left it on the floor. I can tell he was irritated, so I rage baited him a little and put it on his bookshelf. He then asked I get rid of it... which I promptly did... but he followed me to make sure I threw it away. Hmm.....
I was gonna do something that night, but I got tired. So next day... while he was at his friends' house, I washed it and hid it under his pillow. No harm, no foul. A little more ribbing. He didn't get home till pretty late that night... and I was already in bed before he went to bed. I'm guessing he didn't find it.... yet.
Next day.... however.... I came home late cuz I had to make a grocery store run. He wasn't home yet... so I snuck into his room to look for the bottle. It was gone! He found it!! But where is it??? I looked under my pillow and other places... nothing. No worries, it'll turn up.
So I started cooking... and first thing I noticed was... my PJ's were missing. Hmm... coulda sworn it was where I left it. All good... i'll wear my workout shorts. Then as I started cooking... SW comes home from practice. First thing he says was, "Did you go workout?? Why are you wearing those shorts??" I said I couldn't find my regular PJ's.... and then, I saw him try to hold a smile in.
Oh gawd.... payback is a B. Here it comes.
I pretended I didn't see the smile and continued cooking. 3-4 times, he'll come downstairs, singing "Real American" trying to coax a response from me. And I did the best thing/worst thing possible... I didn't bit. I didn't get baited. He was getting more and more frustrated.
Then after dinner... I went to our guest bathroom and saw my zip-up hoodie folded up with a piece of paper that said, "SWIM WITH THE FISHES." Hahahaha... he really did hide my clothes. I thought my PJ's would be in there, but it wasn't.
The problem now is... I'm perfectly content with not finding my stuff... but SW really wanted me to engage. It got to a point where Joyce was pushing me to look for the things... to play along. Ohhhh alright.
One by one... I found things. The bottle was now underneath MY pillow... with my toothbrush inside. Pretty clever!!
And my PJ's were wrapped up.... in my shower stall with a piece of paper, "FLY LIKE THE BIRDS" on it. Not too shabby!!!
He kept it fun... kept it safe... kept it wholesome. But SW... the practical joker... has arrived. Couldn't have been more proud.
The night ended with Joyce saying to me, "Honey... this stops now. Ok? No more." To which I smiled, grinned, and nodded.... with my fingers-crossed behind my back. #BOOM!
