I started at midnight...
Cup my meticulous cup, a little over two hundred in all, I made my way across the bedroom and down the hall. Each cup was half full - or half empty - of water, all lined up across the floor in neat little rows nearly touching each other.
I called it, "The Parade of Plastic".
By six in the morning, I was exhausted, but I couldn't stifle a giggle as I watched her all curled up and comfortable in her bed. And yes, it was a giggle, when one is that devious, one can't resist an occasional giggle.
So I sat in my chair at the end of the parade and nodded, nearly napping.. merely waiting for that slumbering someone to emerge.
Now normally, I would still be sleeping in my tiny travel trailer, and letting her sleep in the comfort of the big house, but as she would be completely unsuspecting on this night of nights, this was the perfect opportunity for mischief.
So finally, she woke. I grinned. She stretched. I covered my mouth to stifle another giggle.
she was looking at me with that confused expression that pugs get on their face when you tease them too much.
I couldn't control it anymore. I was laughing so hard that I nearly wet myself, which wouldn't have been good.. considering the situation - the two hundred cups and all.
For almost an hour and a half she sat in that bed, trying to figure out how to get across the floor and whip my white..
An hour and a half! I thought to myself, "Man, I'm good!"
She finally stepped down, and like a nice row of neatly stacked dominoes, the cups near her feet started tumbling. It was now a wading room. Sorry for the pun.
There's always something amusing about ice water and bare feet - especially when those bare feet are suddenly exposed to that ice water. It usually results in a very high pitched shriek, which was exactly what happened. I thought sirens were going off, or a very large cat just got stepped on.
That's when things began to turn on me.
I calmly explained that, in order to get to the other end of the room and down the hall, she would have to dump each half-filled cup into another to make a full cup, and then set that cup aside.
I got a blank look. That mischievous twinkle in her eye should have gave things away, but I was too self absorbed in my victory that I didn't notice.
After much pillow throwing, in which I was the victim, and she was the "throwee", she finally relented and came up with a better idea.
I guess tossing pillows helps her think. It's a possibility.
I was stuck at the end of the hall, with no route of escape except a tiny closet with no door, when I realized my one fatal mistake.
Instead of pouring the cups into one another, she simply started tossing them at me.
I ducked, but I swear, she could be an all-star pitcher in the major leagues. I quickly got a cup of ice - Smack! - right in the middle of my forehead.
More tossing of things, what is it with this girl?? I was just glad there were no frying pans near-by: "This is your brain. This is your brain getting smacked by a flying frying pan. Any questions?" (Old commercial, I digress..)
After about fifteen cups or so, we were both thoroughly soaked. I think I may need new carpet. Maybe. We'll see. Anyway, I decided to give the gal a helping hand.
It took quite a few bucket-loads to clear out the scene of the crime, but at last, it was done.
By this time, having had no sleep, I was exhausted. I toweled off, made breakfast, and went to bed.
...a couple hours later I was suddenly awakened by an ice cold bucket of water.
Chaos ensued again!
.....and someone said that pranks and practical jokes aren't good for a relationship.