Mornings are not my favorite part of the day. Ever. Not even if I were waking up to chocolate french toast that could guarantee that not only would I not grow out of my latest round of pants, but that I'd be able to get back into the pants I wore 5 years ago.
Mr. Zoom isn't a morning person either, but he certainly hides it a lot better than I do. He even makes sure we are both up and out the door for work. Or I'd never ever go. Ever. Well, ok - I'd go, but my hours would be Noon to 8.
Now, Mr. Zoom has a thing with symmetry. In the bathroom, he has to hang the towels perfectly. Or it makes him crazy. CRAZY. I, for one, love this. I am usually so busy protesting being awake that I generally just leave bath towels where they fall until I get home at night. This way, Mr. Zoom hangs them up and I suppose, we all win.
This morning we were participating in our usual sass match when I decided it was time to pull out the secret weapon. While looking him in the eye, I shimmied over to the perfectly hung towles and tugged on the corner of one of them. THAT'S RIGHT, it was now CROOKED!! I was so proud of myself I could hardly keep still.
Mr. Zoom looked at me with sudden clarity and said "DID YOU JUST DO WHAT I THINKYOU DID?" I spent the next 10 minutes or so taunting him. "Does your universe feel funny now?" "How long do you think you can keep from rehanging that ?"
His response was swift: "The whoop ass cake is already in the oven. What is wrong with you?"
I'm just hoping a squeak and some eye batting will get me out of the revenge he finally dishes out - although he's pretty good at calling me out on my bullshit.