Sunday, August 13, 2006
You Have Been Blunt Attacked
The official score on the mother-daughter James Blunt pranks is tied at 3 apiece, but Eva's final instigation in the ever-escalating war was such a mind-blower than I knew I couldn't top it and have declared her THE WINNER.
It began with me taping a full-page ad of the upcoming James Blunt concert to Eva's bedroom door, to greet her when she got home from a week at camp. She was so zonked that she took a shower (falling asleep in the bathroom) and then stumbled right past it to pass out on her bed for several hours. Inscrutably, I waited for her to notice, and was rewarded by her outraged reaction.
The next morning I found Mr Blunt taped to my bedroom door, with a heart drawn around his head and an arrow piercing the heart. When my shrieks subsided, I wrote "Christmas present for Eva - front row centre seat to the concert" on the ad and tucked it into her bed, with James' head on the pillow and the blankets pulled up to his chin.
After I got out of the shower, there was James' severed head, taped to my bathroom mirror, at exactly the level of my face so that I had to peer around him to put on my makeup. (Eva later admitted that she measured to make sure it was at the right height.)
I retaliated by writing a speech bubble coming out of his mouth, saying "You're beautiful, Eva. Will be you be my Canadian gf?" and taped it to the outside of the front door. Unfortunately we didn't have any visitors today to be greeted by this declaration of love, although it was up there for about 3 hours before Eva noticed.
And then, finally, as I was preparing supper, I turned around as Eva came up the stairs from the family room, to be greeted by the sight of my daughter in a James Blunt face mask. It looked like something out of the Texas Chain Saw Massacre.
I came thisclose to tinkling in my pants, I kid you not. So we all tried on the James Blunt mask, posed for photos for posterity and declared a truce.
But there's always next time.