In a previous blog, I described how I scared the crap out of my stepdaughter and her friends at a bonfire she had at our house. I couldn't leave well enough alone. She was helping a friend host one at her friend's house, and I'm friends with this girl's mother, so together we plotted a little scheme. Their house sits behind a school playground and the parking lot, so it's pretty deserted come night time. Once it got good and dark, I put on some of my husband's grubby flannel and big boots behind my friend's neighbor's house (they were out of town) and a scary old man mask that was very realistic looking. (My stepdaughter was in on this but played along). When the kids were all sitting comfortably around the bonfire, I came stumbling across the playground and walked almost right up to them since it was so dark. They freaked!! I started rummaging through their food table and asking if they had any beer, acting like I was a crazy drunk man. There were scared teenagers running in every direction. You've never heard such screaming. It was hilarious. Again I ask you, am I too mean?
