The Night We Almost Got Arrested

I'm not sure how it started.  Is that how all criminals start their stories? 

Shannon, Cynthia and I were sitting in the living room enjoying our last night before they pack up and head back home.  We were laughing about something (who really remembers what after the following chain of events?) when one of the teenagers could take it no longer and went to hang out with the dads and Uncle Brian in the kitchen.  Being the mature women we are, we decided to text her over and over and over. 

At some point, we decided we should sneak into the kitchen.  We made it half way before we got the giggles and they heard us coming.  We did what any adult women would do and rushed into the bathroom...together...shut the door...and turned out the light.  While we were in there we were contemplating throwing a roll of toilet paper into the kitchen in the spirit of "teepeeing."  Then we heard the girls in the living room say, "Are their phones in here?"  We ran to the living room in time to tickle Rachel into releasing the phones.  Shannon would later call leaving our phones behind a rookie mistake.

We sat back down in the living room and laughed off our escapade.  Someone (again, does anyone really remember who?) said, "We should sneak around to the back door and scare them."  We all quickly agreed.  Having learned from our previous rookie mistake we took our phones annnndddd a key to the house.

We turned on the t.v. to help mask the sound of us leaving the front door.  We couldn't believe that first part even worked, but Lori, Noelle, Rachel, P.K., Doug and Brian were engrossed in something on the computer in the kitchen.

We snuck down the sidewalk and down the driveway to the backyard.  We quietly opened the back gate.  Holly must have heard us from inside because she started to bark.  We ducked down behind the trampoline.  We briefly discussed how we would talk ourselves out of being arrested if those inside just called the police.  This is the point where one of us realized using the potty while we were in the bathroom may have been a good idea (we will leave some dignity and not mentioned names).  The three of us are beyond squirrely at this point and the announcement of bathroom needs sends us into more hysterical laughing which we are trying to cover.

We tiptoed up the stairs to the little bitty landing outside the backdoor.  This is where we realized we didn't plan this well when someone asked, "What are we going to do now?"  More trying to hide the laughter.

It was decided we would just see how long we could stare in the windows before they saw us.  It didn't take long for Brian and Noelle to spot us.  Then we knocked on the door, heard the dog go crazy and saw poor Lori catch air jumping out of her seat.

We laughed ourselves silly all the way back to the front door.  Once inside, we proudly talked about the highlights of our shenanigans.

(Again, who said it is a mystery) "We should have stood in the back of the yard and thrown acorns at the windows."  To which someone else replied, "I think that would have gotten us arrested and I don't think I can leap fences anymore."

I know most people reading this won't find the humor, but I know that when Cynthia, Shannon and I read this, there WILL. BE. LAUGHTER!