The ongoing saga of the Hatfields and McCoys Joneses and Stuarts will be on a brief sabbatical as the Joneses gallivant around the States all Summer. Apparently, Jones-folk wilt in the teensiest amount of heat and humidity (boohoo!).
Well, we couldn't let them get out of town without a proper sendoff...and by proper, I mean something for them to gnaw on during their little adventure...something for them to seethe over and let fester.
Troy and Patrick dreamed up this little beauty:
Here's Jake, helping me pop up TWO large bags of Jolly Time popcorn kernels. (Oh, it's going to be a Jolly Time, alright....mwoohahaha!)
We filled a large trashcan liner to capacity with these beautiful kernels. We even salted a few to much on while we popped the rest. Our kitchen smelled fabulous-o. It made me wonder why we mess with the microwave garbage? Old-fashioned, stove-top pop is the BEST!
We had to go through a test run at our house to make sure we sized the plastic just right. Luckily, we live in exactly the same house, so this was easy. This is what it will look like when they open the door in the morning (minus the popcorn spilled all over their floor).
(Trivia: For those of you that did not have the benefit of Mormon Primary songs while growing up...this comes from a very popular, Springtime song that starts, "I looked out the window and what did I see? Popcorn popping on the apricot tree!" It's not quite as funny when you have to explain it...but that's OK, I really don't mind.)
Anyway, this is the last pic I got before my camera ran out of juice. This is taken at 2 AM, at the scene of the crime. After propping their screen door open and taping this plastic tablecloth to their front door, a pocket of a few inches is left that can be filled with popcorn. When they open the front door...MAGIC! Can you see it pooling at the bottom? Notice the inverted message that will greet them after their morning popcorn avalanche? SWEET!
Now, to finish the job and get back to our beds to await the Jones' date with destiny! How did they react? They tried to play it off cool, at first...like they used the back door and never saw it...but they couldn't keep up the facade for long. Then, a few days later, the Dad tried to garner sympathy, talking some sort of trash about how his kids wouldn't help pick it up and he had to unscrew the threshold to remove some remaining kernels.
Two things: ONE...not my fault you didn't raise your children properly, and TWO...I was picking up tiny pieces of TP from my lawn for TWO WEEKS, so excuse me while I call the Waambulance!
Then they started whining some drivel about revenge...so stay tuned!
Well, we couldn't let them get out of town without a proper sendoff...and by proper, I mean something for them to gnaw on during their little adventure...something for them to seethe over and let fester.
Troy and Patrick dreamed up this little beauty:
Here's Jake, helping me pop up TWO large bags of Jolly Time popcorn kernels. (Oh, it's going to be a Jolly Time, alright....mwoohahaha!)
We filled a large trashcan liner to capacity with these beautiful kernels. We even salted a few to much on while we popped the rest. Our kitchen smelled fabulous-o. It made me wonder why we mess with the microwave garbage? Old-fashioned, stove-top pop is the BEST!
We had to go through a test run at our house to make sure we sized the plastic just right. Luckily, we live in exactly the same house, so this was easy. This is what it will look like when they open the door in the morning (minus the popcorn spilled all over their floor).
(Trivia: For those of you that did not have the benefit of Mormon Primary songs while growing up...this comes from a very popular, Springtime song that starts, "I looked out the window and what did I see? Popcorn popping on the apricot tree!" It's not quite as funny when you have to explain it...but that's OK, I really don't mind.)
Anyway, this is the last pic I got before my camera ran out of juice. This is taken at 2 AM, at the scene of the crime. After propping their screen door open and taping this plastic tablecloth to their front door, a pocket of a few inches is left that can be filled with popcorn. When they open the front door...MAGIC! Can you see it pooling at the bottom? Notice the inverted message that will greet them after their morning popcorn avalanche? SWEET!
Now, to finish the job and get back to our beds to await the Jones' date with destiny! How did they react? They tried to play it off cool, at first...like they used the back door and never saw it...but they couldn't keep up the facade for long. Then, a few days later, the Dad tried to garner sympathy, talking some sort of trash about how his kids wouldn't help pick it up and he had to unscrew the threshold to remove some remaining kernels.
Two things: ONE...not my fault you didn't raise your children properly, and TWO...I was picking up tiny pieces of TP from my lawn for TWO WEEKS, so excuse me while I call the Waambulance!
Then they started whining some drivel about revenge...so stay tuned!
1 comment:
Tooo funny! Jorden helped one of our friends fill up another of our friends van with pop corn! Debbie popped all night and yielded several big black trash bags full of the stuff. Apparently it takes alot of time to get it all out and everytime you turn on the AC, 'cause ya never turn on the heat on Oki, small little kernals would fly outta the vents and they just could NEVER get the pop corn smell to go away! We laughed forever on that! Especially eveytime they offered to drive on our triple dates! Good times on Oki!!! I'll have to tell ya baout some of the grosser ones that were done to Ed's car! He was floored that the YW's President got him twice in two sickley matters! LOL Keep us posted!
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