1. Underwear Prank: It all started Thursday night when the newcomers to the family, Rick and Matt, decided to partner up in our Spades tourney. Thursday was meant to be practice for the big family tournament since the whole family wasn't present. We knew after their Thanksgiving Spades success, Christmas was bound to get interesting. They beat Sarah and me in the first game and the result was not pretty: their egos grew and our frustration at their untimely success multiplied. During the second game while the boys were playing my dad and Jenny, Sarah and I decided it was time for some action. Throughout our game with the moms, we took turns heading downstairs to the bedrooms to collect their underwear. Sarah did an excellent job of water logging it and placing it in Grandma's deep freeze in the garage. VICTORY! We could hardly wait until the next day when our prank would come to fruition. We did seek out some early success while watching the end of their Spade game. It came down to the last hand. The boys had bet exactly right and so had Jenny and my Dad. It was anyone's game! In the last hand the boys assumed they had won and claimed victory by jumping up and down and chest bumping each other. (See, they deserved what was coming to them!) They practically drove Grandma to an early grave as they celebrated around her. My Dad sat calmly tallying the points. As soon as a smile broke out across my Dad's face I knew the boys had celebrated too early. My Dad and Jenny had stripped away their victory by 6 points. It was too good to be true!
Fast forward to the next day. I could hardly eat breakfast I was so excited about seeing our prank to the end. At this point, the entire family was in on it and was quite eager to see how it would all go down. Sarah and I were flying by the seat of our pants and our lack of plan unnerved some family members:-) Finally, Rick decided it was time to shower. We all waited in the kitchen giggling about how great it was going to be when he went to grab boxers and found none. And then it dawned on me that HE WOULD NEVER SAY ANYTHING! He was going to put those dirty boxers back on and not say a thing! Sure enough, I know my husband well. He came up to have breakfast and hang out as if nothing had happened. I could hardly contain myself! A few minutes later he cornered me in our sleeping quarters (more on those later.)
Rick: I don't have any boxers. You didn't pack them!
Me: What? What do you mean? Of course you have boxers.
Rick: NOOO. I DON'T HAVE ANY OF MY CHRISTMAS BOXERS. I told you to pack them.
Me: (Pretending to look frantically through the suitcase) Oh my gosh, I must not have packed them! I'm sooo sorry.
Rick: Well, can you buy me some today?
Me: Of course! What are you wearing now???
Rick: The dirty ones! Don't tell anyone.
Me: Don't worry, I won't...
Matt followed suit by showering and not whispering a word to anyone about the lack of underwear in his suitcase. Meanwhile Sarah and I devised a plan to take all of the frozen underwear and hang it on the trellis on the side of Grandma's house. It was nice and cold that morning, so they'd stay preserved. Eventually we convinced the boys to go outside and move the cars around to get Grandma's car out so she could run an errand. They started suspecting something was up when the entire family followed them out, cameras in hand. Sarah informed them we had a surprise waiting on the side of the house for them beating us in Spades last night. Here was their reaction...
I hope the neighbors appreciated all the work Sarah and I put in decorating the side of the house!
2. The Sleeping Quarters: We knew going in that sleeping arrangements were going to be tight. Grandma has two extra bedrooms, both already taken. One was nabbed by my parents and the other by my aunt and uncle. The only other room is a downstairs living room. It's attached to a part of the basement not finished which was perfect for the cats. So...in that room were Rick, myself, Sarah, Jenny, Matt, Rooney and Bueller. If that doesn't say slumber party, I won't know what does! The room was 98% mattress and 2% floor space. Our first night in the sleeping room took us all back to our slumber party years. We were all so giddy we were laughing uncontrollably for what seemed like hours. And just like the good old days, as soon as it started to get quiet, someone would make a comment that would send us all into hysterics. One particular funny one liner went like this.
Us: It had finally gotten quiet and all that could be heard was our breathing.
Rick: I USED TO LOVE SLUMBER PARTIES LIKE THIS!
Us: HAHAHAHA laughing so hard we couldn't breathe. You know the kind of laughing that is no longer recognizable as your own because of how high pitched and squeaky it has become!
I distinctly remember it taking me forever to fall asleep because I couldn't stop smiling in the dark :-)
Wiltfang family fashion, we had a costume contest. The rules, well there weren't really any rules. Grab a green shirt or sweatshirt and go to town decorating. Of course this became the competition of the century! Christmas morning was probably a little more stressful than it needed to be with everyone finalizing their costumes. Who do you think should have won?
Billy AKA Frosty the Snowman ended up taking home the big prize. He got to go first in the lunch line! And believe me, that was a prize worth fighting for! There was a bit of controversy surrounding his win. The original guidelines stated the purchase and decoration of a green shirt was necessary. However, anyone willing to put in the effort to get into that costume deserves a prize!
MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE WILTFANG FAMILY! It was a memorable one:-)
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