First You Gotta Do the Truffle Shuffle

One of my favorite TV shows is America’s Funniest Home Videos. DON’T JUDGE ME, the show is absolutely hysterical. How can you NOT laugh your ass off at people falling down the stairs or leaping off of trampolines and crashing into bushes? Maybe I’m just sadistic. Whatever.

My point. One night we were watching this show and we saw a series of videos in which the wife would lock her husband outside, and before she’d let him come back in she’d make him dance – videotaping him all the while. Kind of like this:

Well we, of course, thought it was terribly clever. We laughed and laughed and laughed.

I stopped laughing when my dear husband started doing it to me. When I’d get out to retrieve a lottery ticket or a soda from a gas station, I’d come back to find the car door locked, the window down and a song blaring while my husband grinned evilly at me from behind the wheel. He would not unlock the door until I made a spectacle of myself in the middle of the Golden Gallon.

This has been going on for years but for the first time yesterday… He caught me on camera.

Ahem. I’ll wait a second while you marvel at my dance skills your hysterical laughter subsides.

Daddy Green… The gauntlet has been thrown.