Just call me Wile E. Coyote
So as I mentioned, M pushed me in the pool fully clothed on Sunday. I firmly believe that revenge is a dish best served cold, so I've been plotting and thinking and scheming to get him back for his insolence.
Last night, I surreptitiously tied an elastic band around the sprayer in our kitchen sink. You know the trick: Someone turns on the faucet and gets a faceful of water from the sprayer. I said to myself, "Don't forget to use the bathroom sink, don't forget to use the bathroom sink." I asked M very innocently to please wash the dishes. He said he's busy putting up the screens in our screenhouse (that's still not done; remind me never to shop at Namco again) and he'll do it later. OK; I'll get him then.
I think I jinxed myself, because I went over to the sink, turned on the faucet to wash my hands. Guess what. All over my WHITE shirt. It was hot, too (not burning), so I screamed. M came running in the house and wanted to know what was wrong. Being the smart cookie he is, he put two and two together as to what I'd tried to do to him and began laughing evilly. Just to add insult to injury, my FIL showed up on the doorstep to help with the screenhouse, and M explained to his dad what I'd tried to do. And I'm sopping wet in a white T-shirt, my tits fully on display in front of my husband (which would be fine) AND his dad. I hid on our swing and read Newsweek while they cackled.
So that night, I was emptying the dehumidifier in the basement for like the millionth and first time this summer, and M was upstairs shaving. I walked up the stairs and impulsively dumped the water on M's leg, soaking the bathroom floor in the process. Yeah, it was stupid. And as M pointed out, had he been using an electric shaver, he could have been electrocuted. Then I had to clean up the water. I've gotta get him. And I think I have a plan. I'll keep you posted.
My mentee is back from her vacation, and I'm picking her up tonight to hang out with her. Not sure what to do with her. I was thinking mini golf or bowling, or maybe go to the park. Any suggestions are welcome.
Last night, I surreptitiously tied an elastic band around the sprayer in our kitchen sink. You know the trick: Someone turns on the faucet and gets a faceful of water from the sprayer. I said to myself, "Don't forget to use the bathroom sink, don't forget to use the bathroom sink." I asked M very innocently to please wash the dishes. He said he's busy putting up the screens in our screenhouse (that's still not done; remind me never to shop at Namco again) and he'll do it later. OK; I'll get him then.
I think I jinxed myself, because I went over to the sink, turned on the faucet to wash my hands. Guess what. All over my WHITE shirt. It was hot, too (not burning), so I screamed. M came running in the house and wanted to know what was wrong. Being the smart cookie he is, he put two and two together as to what I'd tried to do to him and began laughing evilly. Just to add insult to injury, my FIL showed up on the doorstep to help with the screenhouse, and M explained to his dad what I'd tried to do. And I'm sopping wet in a white T-shirt, my tits fully on display in front of my husband (which would be fine) AND his dad. I hid on our swing and read Newsweek while they cackled.
So that night, I was emptying the dehumidifier in the basement for like the millionth and first time this summer, and M was upstairs shaving. I walked up the stairs and impulsively dumped the water on M's leg, soaking the bathroom floor in the process. Yeah, it was stupid. And as M pointed out, had he been using an electric shaver, he could have been electrocuted. Then I had to clean up the water. I've gotta get him. And I think I have a plan. I'll keep you posted.
My mentee is back from her vacation, and I'm picking her up tonight to hang out with her. Not sure what to do with her. I was thinking mini golf or bowling, or maybe go to the park. Any suggestions are welcome.
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