Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Ever just want to act 12, again?

Well, last week while hanging with my best bud, Paige (she truly is a horrible influence, really its all her, honest!). They have been in the process of building a new garage, before the venture began I really wanted badly to pull a prank, see her husband is a criminal investigator for our local law enforcement (I am very proud that he is one of my friends, too... he's nice... unlike his crazy best friend wife) and before the builders got there to begin, I wanted to put a chalk outline of a body where the garage was going to go, just to get the builders wondering what kind of crazy backwoods woodchucks lived here....

Alas it didn't happen, then..... But the garage is up and the concrete pad has not been poured, yet.... So while hubby was away last week (not so smart to leave us girls to our own devices, but he has serious criminals to worry about, see....) Um, one of us, yes one of us.... OK it was me.... says "hey, lets go to the dollar store and get some white spray paint"...

So we get in the car, buy paint, harass the poor sales girl, who says "you two must be sisters", we just smile and say "NOPE" (I'm thinking she is just evil and I am an angel) (p.s. she is going to read this and soundly kick my butt....). We get back to the house and the kids are like "what are you guys up to?", like all parents should, then Paige tells them to "beat it" (just like an unruly teenager). See the role reversal here....

She pulls out the truck and leaves on the head lights (because of course by now its dark). I tell her to lay down, "No, put your arms and legs at an angle, like your dead, dummy... " so she does.... I start painting around her, she starts moving because it tickles, "hold still your supposed to be DEAD". We are doing OK, till I get near her face, and she mumbles something about "hurrying up because she cant breath", go figure, like she hasn't sniffed paint fumes before.....

So, the deed is done, we paint over it a couple of times to make sure its there... She turns off the truck headlights and her son exclaims "look its glowing", it was kinda freaky in a dead body chalk outline kinda way.....
And yes, her husband thought it was funny, some how I think the concrete pouring schedule may get moved up....

Now, what's next????? hmmmm.... Oh ya, I guess we should ask Paige, she is the troublemaker, the leader in our escapades, What should we call this ring leader of immaturity????? Oh, ya how about my BEST FRIEND.....

Ya, know that saying.... "A good friend will visit you in jail, a best friend will be sitting right there next to you" well don't worry Paige, I'll be right there next to you, but I wouldn't count on the hubby posting our bail....
Posted by Willow Witch at 6:35