Well – mostly behaving beautifully. That counts. It’s been a very sedate April Fools Day in the oul Britchy Homestead. Someone – ‘im indoors – has been on edge ALL day waiting for a prank. I think my ducksay prank yesterday was ill-timed because it reminded him that April Fools was upon us! So just when he thought it was safe – BAZINGA!!
Y’know those balloons that have a whistle thingy in them so when you let them go they scream and go flying round the room until they run out of air? Well.. I had one… and it’s a shame to waste stuff isn’t it?
This morning, while he was changing the wheels on my car and taking off the snow tires, I blew it up as big as I could get it and squashed it into the coffee tin (big tin, empty – hid the new one)
Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “Jeez. What a ratbag. The poor old goat is outside in the cold, changing wheels on HER car and she’s inside playing tricks on him.
I’m glad you’re keeping up!
It came around to 9pm and being a creature of habit, ‘im indoors goes to get his coffee ready for the morning. This is more of an arse-about-face process than you could ever believe.
He had to have a Keurig (coffee pod machine for non US readers) God only knows why. I think they’re the naffest, crappiest coffee makers on this side of the universe and then some! The whole thing of paying through the nose for single use plastic leprechaun buckets of coffee grounds sets my teeth on edge. I have got him to use the reusable filters but honestly – what the bejaysus is wrong with a filter machine or a French press? You can’t even clean the tubes on a Keurig. I’m convinced someone’s gonna get typhoid one day! Anyway, enough ranting. Back to the coffee.
‘im indoors has gone for his shower and come back in his robe. He peals off the plastic lid and WHEEEEEEEE!!!!! This pink monstrosity BURSTS out and starts flailing and screaming around the kitchen.
He all but lost control of his bowels and let out an almighty screech!! That wasn’t the end of it though. Oh no. The cats ran in all directions and the Beagle cowered and started to howl. The chupacapra/dog was barking and running around like a ballistic fraggle. One cat launched himself at “im indoor’s leg (bare, he was just in a robe) and clung on for dear life. He’s “Jesus H Christ”ing and “Damn you cat” and trying to shake the animal off. The dog is howling like a banshee and I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.
You’re probably not very surprised by the fact that I didn’t get a “goodnight” or an “I love you”. To be honest, I’m not either. The fact that I’m still bursting out laughing two hours later probably isn’t helping matters but such is life and – tomorrow is another day!!