I’m not sure what year it was, but I was in middle school and Christmas was approaching. I really wanted a dog, and I felt like I had worn down my parents enough that I might have a chance of finding one underneath the Christmas tree.
My sister, Candi, was home from college for Christmas vacation and the conversation of me getting a dog came up at the dinner table. She jumped into the conversation telling mom and dad why I shouldn’t get a dog, and I thought I saw my chances of getting a dog slipping away. She was ruining it! Before dessert was even served I had my revenge planned.
I was supposed to be in bed already, but instead I was quickly and quietly tee-peeing my sister’s room. I can’t remember everything I did, but I knew she had some sort of allergies, so I took every bottle of perfume I could find and put some on the toilet paper, bedding, and just sprayed them all in the air. That room stunk! Feeling somewhat vindicated, I finished and went to bed. I heard her come up the stairs, and waited for it… “DAAAAAD!”
She had found my presents and apparently did not appreciate them. She came to the doorway of my room and stood there. I, of course was “asleep,” but eventually was told to get out of bed and clean up the mess.
Well, I was still very angry cleaning up the mess while Candi showered. I decided she ruined my chances at getting a dog, so I was going to ruin her chances of getting a good nights sleep. I filled a few cups full of water and dumped them on her sheets. The bed spread was pulled up over them, so by the time she found it I would really be asleep, or so I thought.
Once again, I was “sleeping,” and heard “DAAAD!”
My punishment was to sleep on the mattress I had poured the water on. That only lasted a few minutes before my dad came in and put a thin (dry) mattress on the box springs for me to sleep on.
That Christmas Eve, I still thought I was getting a dog for sure! I observed dad closely that day, and it seemed like he had to go out to the garage a lot. I thought he was going out there to check on and feed my dog. I fully expected there to be puppy toy in my stocking or a note under the Christmas tree telling me I had a present in the garage. I remember even asking Dad if there were any more presents.
Unfortunately, the revenge incident must have put me on the naughty list, because Christmas morning came and went without a puppy.
My sister, Candi, was home from college for Christmas vacation and the conversation of me getting a dog came up at the dinner table. She jumped into the conversation telling mom and dad why I shouldn’t get a dog, and I thought I saw my chances of getting a dog slipping away. She was ruining it! Before dessert was even served I had my revenge planned.
I was supposed to be in bed already, but instead I was quickly and quietly tee-peeing my sister’s room. I can’t remember everything I did, but I knew she had some sort of allergies, so I took every bottle of perfume I could find and put some on the toilet paper, bedding, and just sprayed them all in the air. That room stunk! Feeling somewhat vindicated, I finished and went to bed. I heard her come up the stairs, and waited for it… “DAAAAAD!”
She had found my presents and apparently did not appreciate them. She came to the doorway of my room and stood there. I, of course was “asleep,” but eventually was told to get out of bed and clean up the mess.
Well, I was still very angry cleaning up the mess while Candi showered. I decided she ruined my chances at getting a dog, so I was going to ruin her chances of getting a good nights sleep. I filled a few cups full of water and dumped them on her sheets. The bed spread was pulled up over them, so by the time she found it I would really be asleep, or so I thought.
Once again, I was “sleeping,” and heard “DAAAD!”
My punishment was to sleep on the mattress I had poured the water on. That only lasted a few minutes before my dad came in and put a thin (dry) mattress on the box springs for me to sleep on.
That Christmas Eve, I still thought I was getting a dog for sure! I observed dad closely that day, and it seemed like he had to go out to the garage a lot. I thought he was going out there to check on and feed my dog. I fully expected there to be puppy toy in my stocking or a note under the Christmas tree telling me I had a present in the garage. I remember even asking Dad if there were any more presents.
Unfortunately, the revenge incident must have put me on the naughty list, because Christmas morning came and went without a puppy.
2 comments:
LOL! I love it.
Too bad my mom protected my brother against such retribution when he thwarted my plans!
Did I tell you about the time I got pink Sorels? Yah, not fun!
Pink sorels?
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