Every husband out there knows that playing pranks on your wife is both a dangerous sport and a source of endless entertainment. The thrill comes from walking the fine line between making her laugh and pushing her to the brink of wanting to murder you in cold blood. Well, last week, I decided to walk that line—no, *sprint* across it—and let’s just say it didn’t end quite how I expected.
It all started on a calm Sunday afternoon. My wife and I were lounging in the living room, the kind of lazy day where no one wants to do much of anything. She was scrolling through her phone, probably looking at memes or recipes we both knew we’d never try, and sipping on her favorite tea. Meanwhile, I was pretending to watch TV but secretly plotting my next great troll.
For context, I’ve been known to pull pranks here and there—hiding behind doors to scare her, switching the sugar with salt, you know, the classics. But this time, I wanted something clever, something that would hit harder but still be funny. That’s when a thought crossed my mind. I had recently overheard a coworker talking about grammar issues in her report, specifically how she “missed a period” in her sentence. And bam! The idea hit me.
I cleared my throat dramatically, the way you do when you’re about to drop some “serious” news.
“Babe,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
She didn’t even look up from her phone. “What?”
“I need to tell you something.”
That got her attention. Her eyes slowly lifted from the screen, and she gave me a look that said, *This better not be a prank, or else.* I ignored the warning signs and forged ahead.
“There’s this girl…” I said, pausing for dramatic effect.
The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I had struck gold. Her face froze, her eyebrows shot up, and her phone was suddenly forgotten. She was now giving me her *full, undivided attention*.
“What girl?” she asked, her tone sharp enough to slice through steel.
I took a deep breath, pretending to be nervous. “She told me… she missed her period.”
Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever seen someone go from calm to DEFCON 1 in less than a second, but let me tell you, it’s a sight to behold. My wife’s jaw dropped, and her eyes widened so much I thought they might pop out of her head.
“SHE WHAT?!” she screamed, leaping off the couch like a lioness ready to pounce. “WHO IS THIS GIRL?!”
I could see her brain working overtime, trying to process what I had just said. Her nostrils flared, her hands went to her hips, and her whole demeanor screamed *ready for battle.* I, on the other hand, was fighting the urge to burst out laughing.
“Well,” I said, keeping my voice as calm as possible, “she’s someone from work.”
“WORK?!” she shouted. “Oh, so now you have a side project at work, huh? WHO IS SHE?”
At this point, I was internally dying of laughter, but I knew if I broke character now, the joke would be ruined.
“She told me she’s been really stressed,” I added, trying to sound sympathetic. “You know, with all the deadlines and stuff…”
My wife’s pacing began. That’s when you know things are getting serious—when they start pacing back and forth like a detective piecing together clues in a crime drama. She was muttering under her breath, things like, “Stress? Deadlines? I’ll show her stress!” and “I cannot *believe* this man right now.”
Finally, she stopped and pointed a finger at me. “Let me get this straight. You’re sitting here telling me, your WIFE, that some *random girl* at your work came to you and said she missed her period? And you think this is something to casually bring up on a Sunday afternoon?!”
The moment had come. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My poker face crumbled, and I started laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face.
“Babe,” I said between fits of laughter, “she missed a *period* in her report. You know, like punctuation? A grammar mistake!”
The room went silent.
She blinked at me, her face a mixture of confusion and realization. For a second, I thought she might laugh along with me. But then, oh boy, the fury returned.
“You’re DEAD!” she screamed, grabbing the nearest pillow and hurling it at me with the precision of an Olympic javelin thrower.
I ducked just in time, but she wasn’t done. Another pillow followed, then a throw blanket, then a random shoe she somehow found within arm’s reach. I was running around the couch, dodging flying objects and begging for mercy.
“Babe, come on! It was a joke!” I pleaded.
“A JOKE?!” she shouted. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”
At one point, I tripped over the rug and fell to the floor, laughing so hard I could barely breathe. She stood over me, shaking her head but trying to suppress a smile.
“You’re lucky I love you,” she said finally, crossing her arms. “But you’re not off the hook. You’re cooking dinner tonight.”
“Deal,” I said, still chuckling.
The rest of the evening was a mix of her pretending to be mad and me trying to make it up to her. I cooked her favorite pasta dish, offered to do the dishes, and even let her pick the movie we watched. By the end of the night, she was laughing about it too—though she did warn me never to pull a prank like that again.
Of course, we both know I probably will.
Lessons Learned (Or Not)
If there’s one thing I took away from this experience, it’s that timing is everything. Pulling a prank like this requires careful planning, a straight face, and a willingness to risk your life for a good laugh.
But let me also say this: If you’re thinking about trolling your wife with something similar, make sure you’re prepared for the fallout. Have an escape route planned, stock up on apology snacks, and maybe even sleep with one eye open for a night or two.
And to my wife, if you’re reading this: I love you, and I promise my next prank will be less stressful (but probably just as funny).
Moral of the story? Marriage is all about balance—love, trust, and the occasional well-timed joke. Just don’t forget to duck when the pillows start flying. 😂
