I'm totally snitching on Rich right now but I MUST share this.
We've had this pumpkin sitting on our counter now for a week. Rich keeps eyeing it up with a mischievous look.
A couple of nights ago, after Charlie went to bed, he stood in front of me holding the pumpkin and said "Do you think it would be really, really bad if I threw this onto [name of busy street by our house] so it could get smashed?"
Rich: "Because I really want to smash this pumpkin".
Me: "Knock yourself out, bad boy".
He goes outside.
5 minutes later he comes in and says "That didn't work out like I'd hoped" as he's getting paper towel & a plastic bag.
Me: "Are you going out into the middle of the street to clean it up?????"
Rich: "No, I felt too bad about throwing it into the street so I smashed it in our garage."
Yup, Rich smashed a pumpkin in OUR garage. Spewing pumpkin pieces all over his classic truck, the motorcycle, who knows what else.
I sort of miss the good ol' days when he vandalized and terrorized public streets and strangers. Now my goody-two-shoes husband pulls stunts like tonight.
Oh, and complains when the local teenagers ride their skateboards after dark.