I made this page with the April Style Phyle collection from SIStv. I'm really excited about this collection because it is based on The Office and The Office is one of my favorite television shows of all time. I'm also excited about it because I hand screen printed one of the papers in it. And also, I feel kind of badly telling you how excited I am because it already sold out.
But I have to share the page anyways because it is one of my favorite memories. In the summer of 2002 I was 19 and dating this guy who lived with some of our guy friends from church. Our church used to have weekend retreats. Weekend retreats were really just a code word for "prank wars." I can't think of a single retreat where we didn't do something silly, like put all of our youth pastor's clothes on the roof of the church.
We woke up one morning to find that the boys had saran wrapped all of our cars. Obviously the boys underestimated us. The last time the prank warred us, we blew up a picture of the 4 of us, took it to Kinkos, xeroxed it about 750 times, and then wallpapered their bedrooms with it. Saran wrapping our cars? That was an amateur move.
We were the queens of prank wars.
We snagged a key to their apartment and re-arranged their bedrooms. And hung all their clothes in the shower.
They tp-ed our lawn.
We faux-egged their cars.
They pancaked ours.
We gave them a ride to dinner 45 minutes away. Then we all pretended we had to go to the bathroom and left them there.
They floured our yards.
We stole their lawn gnome, blindfolded him, and drove all around town taking polaroids of our hostage. We had some great pictures, like the one of the cops holding the kidnapped gnome, or the one with the gnome sticking out of a cannon. Then we mailed the whole package of pictures to the boys with a ransom note.
I can't remember where it ended. I just remember lots of late nights plotting our next attack. I remember keeping watch at our sleepovers, but falling asleep before we could catch the guys in the act. I remember going to get in my car after church and finding butter smeared under the door handle.
I remember that those were good times.