First, let me give you a little back ground into where this is headed. Several years ago, when Green Day's 'Wake me up when September ends' was super popular and played constantly on the radio I had a brilliant idea. It was sneaky and a little bit rude, but really really funny. At the time I had a cell phone with a nifty feature that I miss most dearly since switching to a new phone. I was able to set a time for text messages to be delivered. I would sit down in the morning and clack out several text messages at once and set them to send throughout the day. Then, one particular morning I had a flash of inspiration (which is SOOOO much better than the flashes of perspiration I get now!). I was texting away when Green Day came on the radio and I thought to myself "Self.... How funny would that be?" To which I replied "HILARIOUS!"
So I got to work. I set up a text to my husband that he would receive at 12:01 am on October 1st and it would read "Wake Up! September's Over!"
Genius, right? I know.
I giggled to myself all day about it and then quickly forgot. I can keep secrets, but when they make me giggle its so much harder. Then, several weeks later, in the middle of the night, My husbands phone went off waking us up. "Who the heck would be texting you at 12 o'clock?" I wonder to myself. Then I hear a groan and a muffled "You're a Dork" before I remember that it would be ME! As the realization sinks in I giggle to myself one more time before going back to sleep. Naturally, it becomes a topic of discussion for several days and he tells his friends about it, but then it moves into the past with all of the other moments we shared like this one.
Until last night.
There I was minding my own business, dreaming of psycho, purple fringed, talking toothpicks, when my phone starts shaking like it's Pompeii on Volcano Day. 'Who on EARTH would be calling at 1 in the morning?!?!' I wonder to myself. I try to focus on the screen display, but the feeble light it emits during the day seems to have magnified 100 fold and is now the equivalent of pure star light. I manage to see the number when I turn the phone away from me to keep from blinding myself. I answer thinking something must be amiss, for surely he wouldn't call at this hour unless it was something important. Turns out 'Important' is a relative term.....
I answer the phone not bothering to disguise the sleep still wrapped around my sluggish brain. And once my husband ascertains that I am coherent he says to me "Hey.... You awake?" I tell him that I think I am in a conscious state and he tells me "September is over" and then proceeds to giggle to himself, clearly pleased that he was successful.
As my mind wraps around this new bit of revelation and the panic fades, because clearly there is nothing wrong with him.... yet....., I repeat his earlier statement replacing Dork with Spaz. He tells me he has been waiting 4 years to do that to me. I wonder if it was so I would have forgotten about it and it would come as a surprise, but he tells me that it was actually because he was waiting to be out of the country so I couldn't pummel him for it. How very wise. I can only imagine the planning... having to calculate the time difference so he wouldn't be off by a day, and then succumbing to silent fits of giggles throughout the day in anticipation. In the end all I managed in retort was that September ended a hour previous and that I would spend the next several days planning a retaliatory attack... He laughs, which is actually nice to hear, even if it is 1 in the morning, and tells me to try and get back to sleep.
So, Revenge..... It is said that it is a dish best served cold, but I say, if you are going to recycle it like he did, then it qualifies as left overs and it's best served heated through and during the daylight hours.
4 years ago