put down the plastic guns n play with balloons!
since the day my parents brought back the red and pink balloons (10 or more!) from the pine club bday party, my dad and I have been annoying each other with it.
the helium in it has died off leaving those helpless balloons on the floor.
its still blown up but just pieces of crap around the bar area of my house.
on one of the days last week, when i came back from academic overload, i found these balloons covering 3/4 of my bed.
I immediately knew its the works of my father.
So i grabbed all the balloons and started hiding some in my father's walk in cupboard area.
the 4 remaining balloons were stuffed in side my fathers shorts n working pants tt were hung behind the door.
then i laughed crazily to myself.
my mother was like "mad isit!"
so I waited for my dad to come back after dinner and pretended nothing happened.
when he opened the cupboard, he too laughed cause he never thought i'd go thru so much planning. LOL.
n we are still at it!
its been over a week n those damn balloons have not burst or shrunked.
:D
now its balloons.
last time it was newspaper n NTUC plastic bags.
He would always put newpaper under my pillow.
N i would always take one step further by placing newpaper n plastics inside the pillow cover and under the bedsheets.
So that when he lays his head on the pillow, there be the plastic sound.
teeeeheeee.
I wouldnt mind at age of 50 n above n still doing this.
heck, 80!
at least u are still young at heart.
