I think this spot is safe to disclose my secret. I've been dying to tell someone but my victims are scattered all over cyberspace and might read what I write. But you all are safe, right?

Here's the deal. I love pranking. No, not tossing eggs at siding or stringing toilet paper in trees that ends up getting wet and becoming a nightmare. No, I believe in creative pranking with maximum effect and little clean-up.

There is a couple at church that are fabulously amusing and with sick senses of humor...the victims. Living with them this summer is our summer youth intern. His favorite movies are the Three Amigos and Elf....need I say more?

Our distant history with pranking began as a youth fundraiser. I was the leader, we had a big trip coming up and I ran across the idea of putting plastic flamingos in peoples yard and collecting a fee to move them and plant them in other's yards. That summer, I drove get away as 5 or 6 kids plotted in the van as I drove stealthily to the "victims" home. Cutting the lights early and finding a place away from the visual field of the victims always gave me a buzz...

On three, the teens would jump out of the van and fan out covering the territory in a prank dance. My favorite moments involved the uberdramatic spy roll my son always executed on the way back to the van.

To say that summer was more fun than a barrel of monkeys (which really wouldn't be fun at all if you think of the monkey poop) is an understatement.

More later.... I think I hear someone coming.