Somewhat prankish
4 weeks ago, I was getting ready to move back in with my husband the following weekend, and my friend called and asked me out for dinner for a last "girly singles night".
"Sure", says I. 'twill be fun.

It was already going to be a good day - I'd taken my husband fishing for his first time and he'd caught a fish (I caught my limit, but that's another story), things were good and I was planning on having a blast.
Got back to where I'd been living, took a shower and prettied up for the lasses on the lash. My roommate drove me to where we were meeting so I didn't have to drive, and my friend met me there. 2 drinks later and she declares we have to go to another pub, so my roommate drove us both there.
We walked in, and my other friend offered us a drink. "Sure", says I. "Good", says she, as you're going to need it and points..............


......to my mum, her boyfriend and two family friends who had all flown out from the UK that day to surprise me. Everyone knew about it - my husband, my friends, the regulars at my local, even the fucking bartender knew!

God, it was brilliant - I screamed and cried and cried some more.
Mum was diagnosed with terminal cancer in June and I never thought I would see her again.
Best 10 days of my life, biggest prank ever played on me!
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Sat 15 Dec 2007, 6:06, 1 reply)

That's sweet.
*clicks*
(Prof. Moriarty put his foot in it on, Sat 15 Dec 2007, 23:17, closed)