Way Too Much Time On My Hands

I  have one thing that really pisses me off when David drives my car. He tends to have control over the windows, doors and the A/C... he locks them so I can't open the windows. Why you may ask, would I want to open the windows on a screaming hot day? Well David loves to let loose with a really ripe fart and he turns off the A/C and locks the windows so I have to endure the hellishness of his bodily gasses.when he does that and I have no control over the situation. Spunky, David's cohort in crime and walking buddy, probably thinks it's cool. "Wow dad, that fart was fairly decent."

But I get even with him. I have my ways. I swear it's a childish game between the two of us. My brother says we were made for each other because of the silly things we do. David is not fond of my revenge tactics though.

Like the one time I put a strip of clear tape around the sprayer head on the kitchen sink so that when he turned on the water he got sprayed. Or the time I glued the wheels of his desk chair to the floor and he fell out of it when he tried to move. Or when I put black tape over the laser on the bottom of his computer mouse and the cursor on his screen wouldn't move. It took him almost and hour to figure that one out. I also fixed his screen one day when he went to the front door to answer the door bell. He came back and everything on his computer screen was backwards and upside down. Oh the things I do to that poor hubby of mine.   ˙ɹǝʇɐן noʎ ןןıʞ oʇ ǝʌɐɥ pןnoʍ ı uǝɥʇ ʇnq˙˙˙ uʍop ǝpısdn puɐ spɹɐʍʞɔɐq ǝdʎʇ uɐɔ noʎ ʍoɥ noʎ ʍoɥs pןnoɔ ı   Oh I'm such a bad, bad girl.