A Hard Act To Follow

I wanted to time the publish date of this post so that the likelihood of Terese reading it was small......but couldn't manage to figure out when that would be. So she's probably going to read this, and I suppose that will have to be OK.

The reason I was reluctant to have her read this is because I have to admit that her evil practical joke came off without a hitch at my son's reception and was without a doubt, brilliant. And hilarious.

It went like this:

Against all odds, I had actually made it to my son's wedding reception with all of my garments un-goobered and securely attached. I hadn't fallen off my shoes, or injured myself in any way.

Woo hoo!

I was mixing and mingling at the reception feeling a huge sense of joy and excitement and relief, when I approached my table for the dinner and noticed a small circle of people watching me with barely controlled amusement. I stopped in my tracks and looked at them skeptically.

Greg let his gaze drop meaningfully to the floor beneath my chair. Where there was a small heap of lingerie. Specifically, three SLIPS. Which looked remarkably as though they had fallen off my body while I was sitting on my chair.

Yes. It indeed appeared that I had dropped my undergarments in a very public place one again.

Immediately, I made a beeline for Terese and began strangling her. Of course. But I couldn't stop laughing long enough to complete the task......

Oh, man.

What I found out later is that Terese went around the reception asking various women if they were wearing half slips, then talked them into actually removing them and depositing them under my chair.

What can I say? It was perfect.

Guys. Revenge will be sweet -- but it's going to be pretty hard to top this one.

Here I am in the midst of my strangle attempt. Hm. Might have been more effective if I had used my pearls instead of bare hands.....