I’m married to Mr. Wilson not Mr. Swindell.
by Stephanie Hayes Swindell (Notes) on Tuesday, January 6, 2009 at 3:53pm
New Years Eve we had stayed home as usual. Victor had gone to bed around 10 pm and I had to wake him at 11:58pm to come watch the ball drop, kiss me & toast a glass of Sparkling cider with me. He grudgingly obliged my need to celebrate for the two minutes with a sleepy smile.
New Years Day Morning I was happily “sleeping in” when I was awakened by the neighborhood kids outside… playing and yelling. Victor sprang from the bed … ran to the window… and peeked through the mini blinds… and said, ” those kids are rolling around in my yard! and swinging on the branch of our tree! they are going to get it!” so he runs down the hall. I lay there… not wanting to get out of bed but listening… wondering whats going to happen next…? is he going to confront the kids and ask them not to play in our yard?… no not Victor… instead I hear the kids all scream at the same time and I hear them running away…. he comes laughing back into the bedroom. I said “what did you do?” He said, ” I turned the sprinklers on them.” I giggled and said… “Come back to bed Mr. Wilson.”
(just incase you weren’t aware… I’m referring to Mr. Wilson from Dennis the Menace)
Oh, and I told him I was going to write this story and he said that’s fine as long as I tell his side of the story. SO…. He works hard to keep his yard looking good and they break the sprinkler heads and damage the grass… and that’s his side of the story. THE END 😉