it reminds me of the time we lived in the apartment in denver and we were going somewhere. he locked the door and i walked on down the hall, turned the corner and went through the door to the staircase. then i closed the door and blocked it with my foot. there was no window to see through the door but i could hear him on the other side turning the knob, pushing harder, finally he stopped trying and i couldn't contain my whisper-laughing any longer. so i opened the door to see him standing there dumbfounded looking at it like "how did she get through here??"
but my favorite of all was more of a scare than a tease. this was in the same apartment. i sent paul out with the garbage and then waited for him to come back in. there was a little hallway and then it opened up at the end to the family room where we kept a bookcase. i crouched down in front of the bookcase and waited, lurking in anticipation. i heard the door close and lock, then 4 steps and "RoOoAaARRR!!" full on with my hands in the cat claw shape above my head. at first i thought he was going to karate kick me but then i saw everything just freeze up in fear. it was the best scare ever in my life and i don't think i've tried scaring him since because the satisfaction of that one was so immense that any others will just be a let down. and he still hasn't forgiven me for that one.
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Ha! so funny. Brock loves to scare me too so I do have some sympathy for Paul.
hilarious! I love a good scare - I was laughing so hard at the typing one. Liz has medical expertise, so one thing I have found that works well is the question from the bathroom "wow, that's the fourth time I've had blood in my urine"....then i hear her yell "WHAAAAT?!" (ha ha)
hahahaha.
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