Shhhhh, I am not supposed to blog about Shiloh. However, he doens't know *how* to find my blog and I am thinking this will be our little secret.
Let me start off by saying "he started it." Everytime I am in the kitchen making a fuss, Shiloh sneaks around the corner and scares me. I hear him about 80% of the time, so I can just calmly turn around and say, "nice try Mr. Walkswithaheavyfoot". The other times he gets me, and not too long ago he got me pretty good. Since I was all nice and sore from running 26.2 miles - getting scared really felt good. Have sore muscles?!? I know the trick, let's give them a huge shot of adrenaline and squeeze the everloving life out of them. They love it. It feels awesome.
So, I told Shiloh that it was ON!! I told him that he was never going to be able to relax again. We both know that I am lighter on my feet, and that he is more vulnerable than I am. So, you got me this time Shiloh, but I will *own* you in this game!!!
It's Sunday morning. Shiloh is in the bathroom. Andrea spots the door closure from miles away (really only a couple feet). Andrea sneaks quitely to the door. With all her might she pounds furiously on the closed door, and runs away. As I am giggling in a far off corner I can hear *god damnit* from the bathroom. Hilarious.
Later I got a "was that really necessary". It was, oh, it sooooo was.
It is on my friends, and this, this is only the beginning.
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