He's gonna kill me . . .

I was blessed with the most sweet, loving husband in the world. He is always kind, thoughtful, and understanding . . . but I've become convinced that he will be the death of me. His downfall, or should I say mine, is his penchant for being a tease. He tickles me, he pokes me in the arm, he sings silly songs late at night when I am trying to fall asleep. But none of this comes close to the worst manifestation of his bad habit . . . scaring me for a good laugh. When we were first married he would sneak up to the shower while I was in it and just stick his head in without saying anything, so without warning I would look up and see this floating head making bizarre faces. And, yes, I am a jumper and a screamer, so the reaction he got was apparently well worth the effort. But I'm pretty sure he's giving me a heart condition! Yesterday I was at my laptop writing, and he spent a good ten minutes sneaking up on me in order to scare me, and he did such a good job I started crying. Now, my reaction may have been a little extreme, and it probably was, but I was just not expecting a scary man behind me while I was concentrating that hard! Poor Randy did feel pretty bad about getting his sweet wife that good, but that didn't keep him from giggling about it. He is after all, a mischievous little devil. I just hope he gets it out of his system before I'm an old lady, and he actually does kill me!