My mom is not what you'd call a jokester. A comedian. Oh, she laughs easily and has a great sense of humor, but rarely is she the genesis of a wise crack or a practical joke. That's what made the events of this story possible. We never saw it coming...That's why this is so funny.
The first time Larry, my husband, and I went to Nevada to visit my parents in their new house we arrived and got right to the business of settling into their guest bedroom. Then we quickly set to playing Mexican Train with my parents in their dining room until late into the night. Late that night, we all went to bed.
The next morning my mom had our breakfast spread all laid out on the kitchen counter. The sun shone into the picture window and Larry and I cheerfully ate our strawberry stuffed french toast, drank our coffee and chatted. My mom sat down next to us and asked us how we slept, then started talking about the previous owner of the house.
"Oh, they were so strange," she casually said. "They had every room equipped with microphones that all pipe into the master bedroom," she slipped her coffee and acted annoyed. "We can hear everything that happens in the house--everything," she said as her eyes peered at us over the rim of her cup.
Larry and I were stunned, caught, silently looking at each other like two guilty teenagers.
"Sometimes it keeps us up at night," she smiled at both of us.
Um, please let me just die right here, I thought. Please. Right in the middle of my mom's new yellow kitchen.
"You should see the look on your faces!" she finally laughs and got up to do the dishes.
Oh, man. Totally punk'd by my own Mom. It was awesome.