(taken last night after I tried to get up and fell back down)

Shaun was in the bathroom, bent over getting the last remaining pieces of Q-tips and hair balls the size of small dogs from behind the toilet when I walked up behind him quietly and grabbed his ass while yelling, “GOOSE!”
He smacked his noggin on the toilet!

“OH GOD, Shaun, I’m sorry!”
“Ouch. I hit my eye!”
*evil giggling* “I’m SOO sorry. I scared you huh?”
“No.”
I scared him.
I’m doing that internal giggling as I walk down the hallway to use the other bathroom and run SMACK into the vacuum cleaner.

Karma. She’s a bitch.