The Old Zombie-In-The-Closet Gag
This morning, at 6:25, I was awakened by a blood-curdling scream--George's. After the half-second of panic that I imagine comes naturally to most any mother who hears her child in such utter distress, I started laughing, along with Biggy, and then--quickly--Lola, as she scrambled into our room to join us in our revelry. We'd (Lo, Jack, and I) already been victims to a milder extent, yesterday, but we were merely practice.
Georgia's scare was Biggy's plan perfected. He set it up while she was sleeping. She gets up before sunrise, is all alone downstairs, would still be half asleep, and wouldn't have her contacts in...
A few minutes later, she crawled up the stairs. As she whimpered in my bed, I could only hear her every other word: "late...school...note...zombie...heart attack...asshole..."
I've never seen my husband so happy.