Don't Play...

If there is one thing I hate, and that's to be pranked. I can take a joke as well as the next person, but some people just go too far with the comedy.

With the slight decline in temperature, we have been outside a lot more than usual. My man and I are letting one of his brothers use my back yard to throw a party for his birthday Saturday. Then we will be attending a cookout at my aunt's house for Labor Day. I love getting together with my peeps, even though they can be a bit much at times...

We(my man, 2 of his brothers, and their lady friends) were sitting outside close to the pool, going over the 'particulars' for the party. They were already out there, and since I hate to sweat(unless it's necessary), I came out at the last possible second. I told him that he would have to control his friends and respect my space. I work too hard to have them wrecking my yard. I showed him the parts of the yard that were off limits. It's hard enough trying to grow grass in 100 plus degree temperatures without having people walk all over it. There will be no entering my house for any reason. My sun room is equipped with a bathroom(shower included), so there is no need for them to come into my spot. There is a small fridge outside, and I am lending him two coolers to store his drinks. I also have two tables that they can use for the food. He wants me to cook the food, so we are going to get it all tomorrow afternoon.

As we are walking the grounds(I say that like my yard is huge, but with the pool it's really not anymore...LOL), I see something that looks strange close to one of my bushes. I stop dead in my tracks. I am not one of those curious people who have to "check things out." When something looks wrong, I run the other way. My man noticed my hesitation and stops with me. His brother looks down and he's like"Oh snap!" He keeps walking towards it and reaches down and pulls it out. All I saw was something long, slender and lying on it's side, so you know I was out of there before you could blink twice. The two chics and one of my man's brothers was right on my heels. We were running and screaming for dear life.

My man's brother was falling on the ground laughing. I was in the house, looking at them through the French doors, trying to catch my breath. I saw my man yelling at his brother. My man came into the house and said, "Are you okay baby? It was a rubber snake. It wasn't real." His brother had put it out there. I didn't care. I wanted it out of my yard. It was his joke and he was the only one laughing.

Now that the initial shock was gone, I was pissed off. I detest snakes and I lose any trace of coherent thinking when they are in my presence. My man's brother came inside, minus the rubber snake of course, and both of his brothers let him have it. I didn't have to say a word...My man finished with, "Man sometimes you do the stupidest things. Let's just hope she'll still agree to let you have your party here." His brother turned and looked at me, and realized just how frightened I actually was. He apologized, and asked if I was okay. (WTH...I'm an asthmatic who had just had a big scare so HELL NAW, I wasn't alright!) I told him(and my man knows) that I don't operate like that. I don't do things out of spite, but to make that his First and LAST time playing with me. I'm a grown a** woman and I don't have time for pranks! I laid it on thick so he'd get the point.

Now this fool has me tipping around my own darn house, turning on lights and checking around corners. My man really feels like he is protecting me but truth be told, if a snake were to come out, I would leave him standing right there if he chose to stay...I love him but dang. He knows how to run! He's not afraid of them though... Every time i think of him and that darn toy snake I get mad all over again. What grown man in his right mind would pull some stupid mess like that. I hope the chic that was here with him was taking notes...

Don't you just hate it when grown a** people have those childish moments?