**UPDATE** Operation Tightie Whitie

Success! Somebody crown me - I'm the queen of all tricksters!

On Monday, I picked up three pairs of my husband's favorite underwear..... in size small. My husband is 6 feet tall and not particularly petite. I washed and dried them twice. Tuesday morning, just before heading out to my daughter's preschool class, I replaced my husband's regular underwear with the smaller pairs. Underneath the stack, I ever-so-lovingly placed a little note which read, "APRIL FOOL'S, SUCKA!"

While out and about with my 2-year-old, I waited for the call. When it finally came, I couldn't contain myself. "Ha! I got you!" My husband, always a good sport, admitted that yes, he'd been had. Apparently, he tried on all three pairs (they only made it to his knees) before he saw the note. "You really got me, honey," he said, before heading off to work, leaving me to bask in my April Fool's Day glory.

When I got home, there was a note on my counter. "It's ON," it said. "Yeah, right," I thought. "By the time he gets home, he'll have forgotten all about it." My daughter announced that she was ready for lunch, so I grabbed an apple and went to the sink to rinse it off. That's when it hit me. The WATER, I mean. Massive quantities of water, suddenly dripping from my hair and soaking the front of my t-shirt. I was so stunned that it took a good ten seconds to realize what he'd done. The sprayer handle.... taped. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! He's gonna GET it next year.