Today was pretty eventful and hilarious. First off, I wake up to some weird text from Peter telling me to "just go along with it." I had no idea what he was talking about or why he woke me up so early (NOT a morning person) and he then explained that he was telling everyone on facebook that him and I were engaged. At first I thought it was funny and it'd be a silly joke considering it's April Fool's Day. However, as I thought about it more and about all the people who are on my facebook (mom, dad, EVERYONE I know) I started to think it wasn't such a good idea after all. Welp, he talked me into it and I changed my "relationship status" to "engaged to Peter Legua." Almost immediately I started receiving messages saying "Congrats!" "You guys are so cute!" etc. The guilt stabbed me in the heart and the more messages that came up the more deeper and deeper the guilt knife went. I logged off of facebook and decided although it was funny, it was definitely going to stir things up. Well to make a not so-long-story not-so-short, throughout the day I received many texts, a few phone calls, and messages on fb congratulating me on my "engagement." Super funny. As soon as I got home I wrote to everyone that it was a joke. I think a few people are a little upset at me, but it was fun :)
The next hilarious event that happened, which probably won't seem that hilarious because certain stories are only funny when you're there a part of them or there to witness them. This is most likely one of those stories, and when I'm finished, you'll probably be like.. "Riiiight... Hilarious Ky." But that's a-okay.
Sometimes you find very weird things under couches and sofas. Crackers, crums, wrappers, and sometimes money can be found when you accidentally drop the remote down below the cushions and you have to go on a meticulous hunt for it. In some cases, you find things you didn't know were even down there, and you receive so much joy from finding these long lost items that you temporarily forget why you were even digging around under there in the first place. Unfortunately, you can sometimes find gross or unknown substances down there as well. Like when you blindly search for the remote or the phone and to your dismay, when you bring up your hand for a much-needed hand breath, you realize you have something under your fingernails that wasn't there before. Pretty gross, but I'm sure most of us have experienced this sensation.
So anywho, as I was laying on the couch after work today, I set my phone under my arm so that I could feel it if it vibrated. My sister, being the very immature person she is (ha, I'm probably more immature than she) decided it would be fun to jump on my stomach and knock the air out of me. After this we rough housed for a bit and after I won this match (as always) I realized my phone had gone missing. The first thing to do when an emergency like this presents itself is to call it to listen for where it is. About 98% of the time this method of finding a missing cell phone is effective within about 30 seconds of making the call. Unfortunately, this time was very different. Not only could we not find the phone under a few blankets and cushions, we couldn't find it under or behind the couch; all the typical places for a mischievous phone to hide. We listened and felt for the device, and it seemed to be INSIDE the couch. The couch, seemingly innocent at face value, had eaten the cell phone and had no future plans to puke it up and give it back. I tried to reach down the back of the couch, where there is a small crevice for things like dust bunnies and the boogey monster to hide, but my arm was too large to fit into the small crack. I called on the next available retriever and it was my sister. She said "no" right off the bat for she knew about the gross and disgusting things that lived beneath the cushions and even worse, inside the crevice where not even the vacuum could reach.
I eventually innocently coerced (bullied) her into saying okay and preparing to reach her small arm into the crack for the very noble purpose of getting back my phone for me. After all, if we couldn't find it, I would most likely have to use hers; she definitely didn't want that! With a look of loathe and disgust on her face, she reached her arm into the small space and began to feel around. Of course, being the girly girl she is (as am I) she screamed at everything she felt; her mind imagining only the worst of things. It's like being blindfolded and reaching your arm into a jar filled with unfamiliar touches and sensations. It could be large monstrous spiders with hairy backs that could kill you with one bite; it could be the brains of a known cereal killer's latest victim; or it could be food that's been dropped beneath a cushion and left to sit and rot. Lucky for her, the couch was particularly clean thanks to our grandma who is basically OCD and has to keep everything clean and tidy, even beneath the cushions. As she reached her hand down, getting stuck only a couple of times, she realized it was no where to be found. The couch was hiding it somewhere, but alas, we were determined now. After losing the remote, laughing until we almost peed our pants, and dropping the couch upon her a couple of times, she finally found the beloved prize. Relief.
As for the next story, it is also about a cell phone; such a seemingly significant part of our young lives. So since we all know that teenagers are addicted to texting, pics, phone calls, and everything that has to do with modern technology, then we know how much mental distress these teens go through when their beloved cell phone is lost or stolen; you can imagine the distress my sister went through when she realized HER phone was now missing. Unfortunately for her, I was the culprit in this cellnapping case and she had no idea. I guess it's just because she's my sister, but for some reason I still played this prank on her even after she saved my phone from the dark abyss of the couch.
This time the setting is on a large bed where we were watching t.v. and taking turns hitting each other. Yes, I'm 20, yes I work with kids, yes, I still love to play like a little kid. And quite often. Towards the end of all of this she realized her phone was missing. I think there is some sort of alarm that goes off in our minds when something we use constantly all the time doesn't produce an expected response or signal. She realized she hadn't gotten a text for quite some time and began her search. Little did she know, when she searched the other room I came across the cell phone and gave into the little devil angel on my shoulder that told me to take it and hide it. I took the cell phone and placed it into the back pocket of my pants. She came back in and asked if I'd found it yet; I'd been calling it with my own newly found cell phone. Of course I put on the most innocent face I could produce and told her "no, keep looking." She searched frantically and I kept calling. As in the case of the missing phone beneath the couch, she could feel the bed vibrating but no matter how hard she searched she couldn't find it. She gave into desperation and started looking under the bed, beneath the covers, even though she knew she couldn't have lost it in any of those places. Luckily for me, she took my giggles and uncontrolled laughter as me finding humor in the situation, not because I was sitting on her phone. The more I laughed though, the more suspicious she became. This made it that much funnier. After about ten minutes of frantic search, she moved closer and closer until she knew I had to be sitting on the phone or holding it. She had me sit up, move around, but the vibrating continued and she became distressed. "Everywhere you go it seems like it follows you!" "I wonder why??? That's so weird" was how the conversation continued as I laughed harder and harder and she became more and more angry. Eventually, I gave her the phone and showed her where I'd hid it. Actually, it really went like this: I sat up, pulled the phone from my pocket, threw it at her, and ran. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door because I knew how angry she'd be. I sat in the bathroom, and laughed.
Sometimes it's good to grow down and have a little fun; to just be a kid again.
