After yesterday’s post and B’s comment, the following conversation ensued via text message and one phone call:
Me: You must have a tendency towards masochism.
B: I thought it would be funny…
Me: Oh, it is funny, but now you have to tell me what it is…and it better be good.
B: No see… That was a joke… I really don’t have a surprise… O crap… I’m in deep doodoo
Me: So what did you get me?
B: O hell. Now I gotta come up with something.
Me: You got me a pony, didn’t you? YAY! PONY!
silence
Me: Pony?
B: Ummmm…
Me: Pony?!
silence
A couple hours later I called B to touch base on the Boy’s birthday party arrangements for this weekend.
B: (on answering the phone) Hey, let me call you back. I’m picking up your pony.
Me: YAY!
But when I got home last night? Turns out he LIED. There was no pony.
Damn.
HA HA! I heart B. GO B!!!! it’s just too easy!
That’s mean. You can’t lie about ponies! I don’t think I like him very much anymore.
But you know, I’ve been asking for a pony for YEARS. It’s weird but people JUST WON’T GET ME ONE! Maybe we should go in together and buy our own. Can he stay in your backyard?
Branton’s parents have a pony and he got FAT over a couple weeks. The weekend before last, the first thing I said when I got out of the car was, “WHOA! That pony got FAT!” It made his legs look really little. It reminded me of Bailey…
Reminds me of that Verizon commercial that was on a few months ago.
He should have went by Wal-Mart and picked up a My Little Pony and left it sitting on your pillow. *snicker*
see, if this were Kev? he’d say “yeah, I got a surprise for you baby…in my PANTS!
B has to learn to be more of a perve to get himself out of these situations.
That BASTARD! For SHAME.
Is this a yarn-producing pony? Like an alpaca or something?
There can usually only be a surprise in one’s pants one time and one time only – the first time.
Haven’t you discovered that you’re not married to a thoughtful person? I’ve known him for 20 years and he’s never thought of anyone but himself. Poor you.
Haven’t you discovered that you’re not married to a thoughtful person? I’ve known him for 20 years and he’s never been thoughtful of anyone but himself. Poor you.:(
hey stephanie? why don’t you go die in a fire somewhere, mkay? no one likes a mega supah bitch.
Wow, I think I love evilsciencechick……