Like the title says, sometimes I’m a horrible person. Like when I did this to my kid. Or…this.
This year, I wanted to play another Weeping Angel related prank on my son, Killian. Hubs and the boys and I put up the Christmas Tree right after Thanksgiving, tying it to a hook in the ceiling as usual because of this:
And like we do every year, we put up the star.
Yep. That’s a little mouse dangling up there. My youngest son, Corwin, and I giggled to ourselves knowing what was coming. My husband just rolled his eyes and muttered about us being jerks. Corwin and I waited patiently until Killian was at an evening class, and we replaced the cute little mouse with … this:
I’d been secretly working on it in the basement. Along with other Weeping Angels for reasons that will become apparent. It took Killian longer than I would have thought to notice, but notice, he did. He jumped about three feet in the air with an expression of surprised horror on his face. Then he pointed at the tree and yelled, “What the fuck!? That is… ILLEGAL! What is WRONG with you people?” And Corwin and I just laughed and laughed. Killian pretty much glared at the tree whenever he was in the living room.
Fast forward to a few days ago. I had a knitting date with Jenny Trout. While I was making the Weeping Angel tree topper, I also made a couple extra angels. One for a friend’s son who was desperate to have one of his very own. And one…for Jen. Look, she’s already got a Cyberman head in her office, a K-9 and a sonic screwdriver. It seems only natural that she’d also need her own Weeping Angel.
Okay, I’ll admit that’s total bullshit. But it sounds like good rationalization, so I’m gonna go with it. When I got to Jen’s, I had several bags with me. My purse, my knitting bag, her Christmas present bag and the angel bag. I figured I could camouflage my evil intent with all that other stuff. As it turns out, she got a phone call right as I was walking in (thanks, awesome person with great timing!) and I was able to scoot past her and right into her office where I had to stretch and jump to get to get the angel up on the top of her bookcase because I’m short. And I have T-Rex arms.
I showed Mr. Jen who laughed and said, “She’s gonna have a heart attack.”
I texted our friend Jill with this picture and the message: “The angel has the office!” Jill was just as delighted as I was.
Then I waited.
And waited some more.
We were in and out of her office all day long and she didn’t notice.
I was feeling a little bummed out, but I figured I’d get a hysterical (in both senses of the word) phone call later.
But then it happened.
I was getting packed up to leave, and she went into her office so I followed her and stood in the doorway while she was talking. I can’t even remember what she was talking about. One moment it was “She–” The next it was “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” accompanied by hysterical finger pointing, flailing of arms and hopping up and down.
Thankfully, there was a chair behind me because I was laughing so hard, I literally could not stand up. There were tears streaming down my face and my stomach hurt from laughing. She had the best reaction to a prank that I’ve ever seen. I only wish I’d thought to try to film it.
Of course, now I’m screwed. Even if she hadn’t posted this, I’d know I was screwed. She’ll get me back. It will be awful, because Jen doesn’t do things half-assed.
But you know what?
Totally worth it.
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OMG I need one of these for Jr. Rebel's room. I want to hide it and when she FINALLY cleans her room she will stumble upon it and the shriek will be worth the wait!
Evil! But funny. 🙂