Story Time.

Everyone gather around! It's story time. This is a tale of deception... but for the right reasons. How is that possible, you ask? Stop asking questions, and let me tell the story!

Last year, I lived in a really nice town home with four other girls. They are all beautiful, fun girls, and I loved living with them. I was dating Alex at the time, and things were great! However, Alex lived around the corner in another really nice town home, and I ended up spending a little more time over there. He only had three other roommates so it felt a little less crowded, I think.

Anyway, around Halloween last year it came time for everyone to carve pumpkins. You know how there is a week in October where all of a sudden everyone is like PUMPKIN PATCHES! PUMPKINS! CARVING! MUST MAKE MY PUMPKIN THE BEST! OR ELSE MAKE IT SUPER SIMPLE SO NO ONE THINKS I'M TAKING PUMPKIN CARVING TOO SERIOUSLY!  Well, that week came around. Alex and I carved ours and set them out, and a couple of my roommates carved theirs and set them out. They all looked good. This story is not about judging pumpkins.

The thing is, a week later, when the cold hit and the pumpkins started turning into wrinkled grannie pumpkins, Alex and I threw ours away. It was the right thing to do. My roommates did not throw theirs away.

Their pumpkins turned a little brown and moldy. They did not throw them away.

The mold started spreading to the sidewalk. They did not throw them away.

Thanksgiving was fast approaching. The pumpkins remained molding on the porch.

In fact, the pumpkins remained shapeless moldy mushed up piles of brownish orange goo on the porch.

I had enough! I decided to send a text message. You know, one of those passive aggressive roommate text messages. "Hi girls! I love you all! You are all so beautiful and fun and great and isn't it the best living with each other? You're all fabulous, I can't believe my luck. The pumpkins are moldy will someone clean them up? Ok, well I think you're all just the best! Kluvyoubye!"

It didn't work.

One day in late November, Alex and I were walking down the sidewalk past my town home. We acknowledged yet again the horribleness that was the rotting pumpkins. When SUDDENLY an idea hit me square in the face. "Alex!" I gripped his arm tightly, "I've had the best idea hit me in the face!" I told him, we laughed hysterically, and ran to his town home to pull out his computer.

It was there that we sat on his bed and typed out a long - but not too long - letter from the town home homeowners association. We found their logo on google and put it on the header of our paper. We listed the rules of living in the town homes, and we said that there had been complaints about the pumpkins. We said there would be a $200 fine if they didn't get cleaned up by 2 p.m. on Saturday. We signed it very officially. And then we taped it to my front door and ran away.

When I got home that night, my roommates were frantic, and a little upset. By the next day, the pumpkins were gone.

Now roommates, if you're reading this, you need to know that I really do love you all. The pumpkins were just absolutely disgusting, and this is the proudest I've ever been about a prank in my whole life.

GOTCHA.

What do you guys think? Was it too mean? Or was I justified? What's the coolest prank you've ever done?

p.s. today is the last day of school before Thanksgiving break! Hallelujah!