When our doorbell rang at 2:00 this morning, it took me a minute to decide if I'd dreamed it or not. After I convinced myself that I'd really heard it, it took another minute for me to figure out that a burgler wouldn't have rung the doorbell. I realized it could be a neighbor needing help, and got up to check. When I peeked out the front window, it took yet another minute for me to realize what had happened. It all looked so ghostly in the streetlights, and my brain couldn't figure out what I was seeing. By that time, the perps (or twerps?) were long gone.
My brain had woken up enough at that point to remember the sprinkler system, and I went to the garage to turn off the timer. I had no intention of cleaning it all up right away, and knew that the sprinklers would turn our TP wonderland into a soggy nightmare. I went back to bed chuckling, and dreamed of Charmin.
As we cleaned it up this morning I told Batman that really, it's cosmic payback. Who knows how many yards I rolled as a teenager--I lost count long ago--and cleaning up dry toilet paper on a sunny Saturday morning is a small price to pay in return.
But I don't want them to do it again.
3 comments:
Well, it could have been plastic forks you know. Seems I remember you pulling that stunt with your pal MP! And I guess this affirms Batman's status as a cool teacher; as Patty Duke said on accepting an Oscar, "you like me, you really like me". But they weren't very artistic were they? Interested to hear what the girls had to say about it. And good thinking in turning off those sprinklers; you're always thinking....
Love,
the TN grandma
What?! no forks?
Pop (and Baba)
Looks like fun. :-)
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