....okay, let me start over. My son Nick (who drives the 93 SSEi) partied last night, spent the night at his boss'* house, and went directly to work this morning...so I have no clue if he even got any sleep.

So, he invites his girlfriend over after he got home from work at 6pm. He feel asleep within 37 seconds, leaving the poor girl to fend for herself with me, my 9 yr old, and my 12 yr old. Now, if you know me, you know that is a cruel thing to do to a girlfriend.

So...to get even with him for falling asleep...we proceeded to pull off his socks and ...<giggle>.. painted his toenails!! He woke up and was walking around for about 30 mins (yea, we were cracking up) before he realized it.

He blew a gasket over it....he'* so mad at me, he won't even talk to me now. Would you be mad at me for doing that? Have you even done that to someone?

id be mad for a bit, but id get over it and have a good laugh.

I wouldn't give a rats. Actually i'd prolly laugh my a$$ off.

But then again, Elmachero is no Chuck Norris. If you know what I mean.

Sounds like he deserved it to me.

And it could have been worse. One weekend, when I was still on the night shift and my daughter was over, I went to work with a little pink heart on one of my fingernails. Turns out The Missus and my daughter took advantage of my pre work nap on the couch.

One of my co-workers pointed out their artwork just after lunch....

Nothing to get mad about. Only a tiny bit embarrassing considering how funny it was

LOL. not nearly as bad as the permenant marker to the face treatment tho.

It must be interesting living in your house, Tracy......LOL.

Never did or had the toenails painted...but, the permanent marker thing that Hans mentioned...um...I plead the fifth.

Maybe not as embarrassing as placing his hand in warm water.

Or even filling his hand with shaving cream and then tickling his nose.

you ONLY painted his toe nails...weak.

My wife often threatens to do that to me.

Never painted anyone'* toenails, but had a buddy that was always the butt of practical jokes from me and another friend. Since he was always our target we put a bull'* eye on his back once st * party, he walked around for a half hour wondering why people kept chucking things at him.