Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold

It's after midnight and I'm happily scheming!
I'm not a vengeful person.
Really, I'm not.
Well, maybe atleast not anymore.
So this really isn't "retribution" per say ...
Okay, okay maybe it is.
(Epilogue) So I came home from my casual/part time waitressing job last week. It was late and I was tired. I climbed out of my car and made my way to the porch muttering something along the lines of "... he could have atleast left the porch light on so I can see the lock..." While fumbling for my keys in the pitch-black dark, I heard a loud animal-like snarling!Something jumped out at me on the porch and was going for my legs!!!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkk!!!!!
Now anybody that knows me, knows I am not a jumpy person. But when you're exhausted and outside in the dark after midnight ... well y'know.
Anyways, James (my bastard husband-to-be) thought it would be funny to scare me. He was on his hands and knees ducking behind the porch railing waiting for me for an hour (he said) just for the chance to startle me. Ass! Hole! The twit was lucky I didn't kick him in the face.
He's been waiting for my retaliation ever since.
Expecting it.
But I'm about to get him good.
Sooooo good.
Okay (explanation) so we picked up his tuxedo today (he'll be standing as a groomsman this week-end in a good friend's wedding) and he accidentally left it in the car (and I took the car to work). He called my work to ask me to bring it in the house when I got home. No problem. Sure.
Oh where to put it?
How about hang it up in the basement? In his bathroom. Yeah, right here ..
... hmmmm that kinda looks like ...
IDEA!
*giggling to myself*
... now where is that mask? Ahhh here it is ...
... now just hang it here, cover it hup a little bit here, and a clothespin should keep this in place ...
PERFECT!!!

James is so DEATHLY afraid of Michael Meyers. I wonder if he'll be pissed ... or maybe he'll scream ... BAHAHAHAHA!!! He should be up for work at about 6:30am. I'll keep you posted ...