The plunger story because Jake went fishing on such a beautiful day... and left me here.

So I called Jake a few minutes ago and he said he was on his way to go fishing. Hmmm. You play, I stay? Well that can not go unchallenged. So I sweetly said have fun as I plotted some revenge. Revenge power activate. Form of: Humiliating story.

So a few years ago on memorial day we went to my Uncle Chucks house in eastern washington. The day was beautiful we had flank steak prepared beautifully by my uncle, the kids were playing in the pool... when Jake decided he needed to drop some kids off at the pool himself if you know what I mean. So since we were all outside he thought he had the all clear to... well you know. So he did his business but unbeknownst to him the entire family began to congregate in the kitchen. Adjacent to the bathroom door.

I see Jacob has been missing a while and start to look around for him. Where or where can he be. I see him out of the corner of my eye in the kitchen window trying to get my attention. I nonchalantly go outside to see what on gods green earth was the matter. He asked me where the plunger was. I asked him why and he looked at me pale faced and sweatily and said why do you think. Ty ring my best not to laugh, which is hard for me because I am a cruel woman and laugh at misfortune, I told him I would ask my aunt nancy. I started walking away and felt a firm grip on my had and looked back to a face of panic. Insert wild laughter here. I told him I would find it take it too the bathroom. He looked at his feet. What now. He told me the door was locked. Really? SO I asked how he got out. The window. Insert gut busting laughter here.

The plan went like clockwork. Lure the herd of adults outside to the pool, sneak the plunger out of the closet go out the back door and hand it to Jake through the window. I think that is the end of it all. I go out to enjoy my family now that the craptastrophy is over and I see jake come out and jump in the pool. I lean over and asked if he put the plunger away. He said no that he had thrown it out the window.

There are a few morals of this story:

1. Never invite Jake over he will plug your toilet and toss your plunger

2. Men are embarrassed of their poop but proud of their farts.

So Jake....

I hope you enjoy your fishing trip. At least I didn't include your crapcapper when we were in Mexico and I had to try to speak spanish to the maid for a plunger while you hid in the bedroom. Did I mention she gagged?