Well, I took a dare from a reader, War the second apocalytic horseman, and it didn’t turn out too well…
If you don’t already know, she dared me to write tomorrow’s date on the back of my neck. My “expiration date” of sorts. So, yeah, I decided to have a little fun.
I wrote 6/2/12 on the back of my neck, and made sure to wear a shirt that exposed my neck. (I also decided to put my hair in a ponytail. I don’t want to talk about it.) As soon as I sat down to breakfast, Max started serving eggs, and practically fainted. I thought my little joke was going pretty well, if I do say so myself, and I was about to say something along the lines of, “Tricked you!” or, “Sucker!”, when Dr. M came over and started flipping out. She called 911, and pretty soon, I was laying on a stretcher in the back of a speeding ambulance.
After seeing a doctor, they pretty much figured out that I wasn’t really going to die, and, well, bad things happened.
First of all, I got my brand-new laptop taken away (that’s why I’m posting this on Iggy’s computer, which he hasn’t noticed is gone, as he’s blind), and I have to cook for a week. Every meal. Honestly, I think that’s more of a punishment for the rest of the household, than for me. I can have some fun with this. As soon as Dr. M said it, you should have seen the Flock’s faces. Most were looking like they were about to puke, while Iggy stood dumbstruck, and pretty confused.
For the record, War the second apocalytic horseman, I don’t blame you for any of this. It WAS a pretty good dare. And, truthfully, I think I got more out of it then I lost. For example, next time I’ll use a washable marker, instead of a Sharpie. Plus, imagine everything I can do with my new cooking “privileges”.
Fly on.
-Fang
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