war of the hart's

for the past several days, my husband, who is usually passive and a peacekeeper, has been waging war with me. Unfortunately, I started the war so I am totally to blame. today, for instance- i got into my vehicle with my half a dozen children and the van was near 200 degrees. i had not had any caffeine yet and based on the behavior i had witnessed in the morning, the outing did not look promising. after the usual fight about seating and whose day it is and was and who will sit in which remaining seats ( you get the idea)- we are off and out of the subdivision. i realize that though the air is full blast- i am not cooling off. in fact, i feel as though my insides are burning up. i consider driving us all to the e.r. and then i realize that brian, my devoted and loving husband, has turned my seat heater to high. if i hadn't done the same thing to him several times in the last couple of days to start the war, he would probably feel bad reading ths. the tricky thing about those heaters is that you do not realize they are on until you feel like one of those rotisserie chickens. after being victimized for several days by my spouse (and b/c i am not one to back down from a good prank challenge, expecially when i started it) i decided it was time to get even. this may not seem fair since i started the seat heater prank and got my husband many more times than he got me, but i like to torture my husband with pranks, at least a little. while i was cleaning the girls room, i found anna's pebble collection. i took 5 smallish, not too sharp, pebbles and placed them under the sheets on brian's side of the bed. usually brian works on his computer until the wee hours of the morning- so i accepted the fact that it would be a late night, but worth the wait. i even skipped my dose of ambien to be sure i stayed awake. a few minutes later brian came and sat on the edge of the bed to set the alarm clock. i thought it would be over right then, but the comforter was still covering the rocks and he did not seem to notice. in he crawled and nothing. i say " you are a bit to close to me, can you scootch over to your side please?" over he goes and nothing. i am struggling at this point to keep my giggles quiet...but i quickly realize this is not turning out as i had hoped. there he lies on his stomach- ready to drift off. i am thinking, "he is so skinny, there is no way he cannot feel that." finally i ask, "are you comfy?" he whips his head around and says "why?" i start chuckling and he is not amused. he questions me a few more times about what is so "frickin" funny and because i am a vault- i tell him not. he lays back down and finally feels a pebble, then finds two more. he replies "you put rocks in my bed". that was it. what a let down. i had much, much higher hopes of how this prank would turn out. no drama, no thrashing around, no uncomfortable groans. nothing. shoot. maybe next time. p.s. in the morning i found the remaining 2 rocks on the carpet. i makes me feel better to think that during the night sometime he was digging around to see what was poking him in the thigh. i will cling to that.