Ha! Thought you could ruin my fun, did you?!
If you’ve read any of my earlier blogs (Rubber Tarantula, etc.) you’ll know that I sometimes frighten Brad unintentionally. And seriously, although his clutching at his heart and the faces he makes are priceless, I never really mean for it to happen. (Although that one time…)
Last night I was really tired and shortly after arriving at Brad’s I fell asleep (around 9pm - old man Brad style.) When he finally came home around 11pm after his event was over (Doris Roberts’ birthday party) he saw my car parked outside his house and knew I was there.
As he approached his front door, he noticed there were no lights or television on. So he conjured up some strange notion that I was in there waiting for him in the dark, ready to pounce. He figured he’d beat me to the punch and he stealthily unlocked his front door and turned on the lights, "A-Ha!"
I’m sure he had some elaborate scene in his mind wherein he’d beat me at my own game - that he would give me the heart attack he normally receives when I come around the corner at any given time of the day.
Expecting to find me lurking in the shadows ready to jump out at him, he was disappointed to see me lying in his bed, fast asleep and FREEZING.
Foiled again, Brad. Foiled again.
I WIN!!
November 6th, 2005 at 3:00 pm
I NEVER WIN. I AM CHARLIE BROWN.