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Let the games begin!

Well, it's October and that can only mean one thing in the Johnson home - prank wars! About 3 or 4 years ago my mom bought this huge plastic skeleton face that glows in the dark. Well I came home one night and it was hanging on the basement door. That mask always gave me the pee shivers so one night I took it down and hid it. My mom was less than thrilled. She searched the house, found it, and attached it to my mirror in the bathroom. The next morning I walked in and screamed when I saw it - it wasn't funny. So the war began. I took the mask and hid it in her shower, she then hid it in my closet and it just kept continuing.

So now I know every October when the Halloween decorations come out, that I need to be on my guard. My best spot to date was when I hid it in the washer and when she opened the washer door the skeleton face popped out. I heard her scream that time and it was oddly soothing to my ears.

Bu-wa-ha-ha!!!

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Mick and Tiff said…
Oh WOW!!! That is great. How can I be a fly on the wall at your house for the month of Oct. I think I would get plenty of laughs!

Gotta stay away from those "pee shivers"! ha ha
October 25, 2008 at 10:30 PM
Ashley said…
Erin, you totally made my day today when I was checking out your blog and noticed you had us listed as "deamer & kris kuchenmeister". It brought me back to the discussion I coughjokinginglycough had with said Mr. Kuchenmeister about how Deamer was a perfectly fine last name and "how 'bout giving it a try?!" sigh, it wasn't to be. :o)

(Deep down, I'll always be Deamer, but I'm getting used to Mrs. Kuchenmeister too.)

Love you and your blog!
November 5, 2008 at 11:25 PM
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