Has this week been long? Is it just me? Is it you? Is it me? Is it you? Is it them?
Put a fork in it. It's done! (Well, almost.)
Time to ease into the weekend festivities. Here's the game for today. In comments, tell us about a time when you did something "bad" as a child and got caught. Let's hear about some of the mischief you caused!
I'll get it started here. When I was 9 or 10, I decided for no apparent reason that it would be cool to light a tissue on fire in the bathroom. You know, just a spur of the moment kind of thing. Well, as soon as the lit match hit the tissue, it went up in a fireball. I had no choice but to drop it. Something like a feathery, smoking meteorite floated down to the bathroom rug and proceeded to melt and blacken a patch of it. Whoops. No hiding that. Mom didn't know what to do with me when she saw it, so she sicced dad on me when he got home. I got reamed because "I almost burned the house down." My father was given to exaggeration. I tended not respect his reactions and lectures because of it.
Dive into the comments and prepare to dish!