Monday, October 27, 2008
Serving Up Some Scare!
Okay so I have this really wierd desire to scare the dickens out of people, I got it from my mom who used to hide around the corner of the hall and jump out at me, or put her face level with mine as I was opening up the front door to walk into a dark house late at night. I always get so scared I flail around and end up on the floor. I love that feeling! I love that heart racing, breath catching feeling of being scared out of your mind and realizing that it is just someone you know. With that in mind, I have to apologize to my dear friend Julie who probably didn't know about my obsession with scaring others. I went to get my kids from her house today, and no one answered the door so I opened it and hollered, and no one answered so I walked to her basement stairs and heard the vaccum. HE HE HE! I snuck down the stairs and unplugged her vaccum then hid in her bathroom doorway. When she came to plug in the vaccum. I just had to jump out at her :) I am still laughing about the look on her face and the scream that she let out. I know... I am wierd...but I love it!!!! Sorry Julie...can we still be friends?
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Poor girl...you are mean. That would make me pee my pants. I am glad I never got a dose of that Melanie. I get enough of that from Jeron. I totally got him last night though. It is pretty funny. I think he almost thought about taking a swing at me. Good thing he realized it was me when he did.
Pretty funny...we'll remember to watch out for you!
This is Julie...the one Melanie proudly boats of scaring! I am ever so thankful that for some reason my tongue was sensored that day...because at the volume I yelled Melanie's(and my) small children would likely be cursing in primary for months to come! Seriously...it was funny, after my heart regained a normal rythem. Paybacks...
And this is why I miss and love you. Nobody ever sneaks into my house and scares the bejeebies out of me. Ah, can't you just come back?!
Britt
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