lifeandtimesofabrunetteandablonde

Tonight, loyal blog readers, I have decided to give you a surprise double feature of the back and forth prank dating back to…well a good few years ago. (Longer than the jug of water on the door frame fiasco)

I was about 16 (I am not 20) and I was running a little low on money and my beautiful blonde sister lovingly gave me her bank card in order to buy myself a new pair of trousers. So off I bounced into town in the hopes of finding the trousers of my dreams…but while I was there my female senses took over and I came home with a pair of trousers, a pair of shoes and a few tops. Needless to say she was pretty unimpressed.

Sadly I loved my new items too much to be all that concerned. She was so lovely as to forgive me and allowed me to keep mu purchases.

Not too long after the blonde and I got temporary jobs in an office and the blonde was getting slightly fed up with buying me lunch every day, so one day I told the blonde that I would buy lunch for her. On the way into the office the blonde asked me to jump out of the car she was driving and check the balance in her account.

I got back into the car and told her the amount she had.. We then continued into work and at lunch I told her to get anything she wanted. She got herself a plate of food and I asked her if she wanted a dessert. She eagerly put one onto her tray. I then asked her if she wanted a drink. We sat down to lunch and she asked if I would get her another drink. I smiled and said of course, have whatever you like. She smiled and skipped off to purchase her drink and came back looking pretty skeptical; Brunette, The blonde asked, Who is paying for all this food? Well I could not keep the smile off my face. You are. While I was checking her bank balance, I withdrew £20 and brought lunch for us both.

I know you are now looking at your computer screen thinking This girl is really nasty but it really is not like that. It was just a prank that even to this day we both giggle about. However not too long after this event the tables turned. I had a part-time job while I was in college and the blonde was concentrating on her university work and so was unemployed and I was the person buying her lunch and dinner etc. (No not with money out of her bank account, out of my own.) And the other day the blonde really did get me back. We were shopping because the blonde was going away for the weekend and needed some jeggins to match an outfit. So we were searching and found a pair for £25. We were debating whether or not to purchase them and decided that we were not likely to find another pair. So we walked up to the till and handed over the merchandise. The blonde opened her purse and looked up at me; My card is at home. I was temporarily shocked. I then proceeded to get out my purse to pay for the jeggins. We left the shop giggling and joking about how the tables had turned and proceeded on to get shoes. We found a pair for her and a pair for myself and were ready to go when the blonde saw another pair of jeggins that were both nicer and cheaper. We decided to buy them aswell and now I am out of pocket while my beautiful blonde is strutting her stuff in her new outfit.

So there you go,what goes around comes around.

The Brunette x

I love this story because it really shows the trust between my sister and I.

We were on a road trip to Bournmouth and the Blonde decided that she really needed to buy some hair straighteners, and what better place to purchase straightebers than in Wales? So into a shop she skipped, selected a pair of straighteners that were to her liking. (They were red and so appealed to her girly side.) Walking up to the till with her I suddenly had a flash of genius (not very common I am aware) and turned to the blonde, a very serious expression on my face and asked her Do you have any Welsh money?

The blonde stopped dead in her tracks and turned to me, a look of shock on her face. Aaaaahhhhhh no I don’t. She then turned to my parents and asked genuinely worried; Do you have any Welsh money?

I would have gotten away with this prank though if it was not for that pesky shop owner who could not stop laughing at her.

Short and sweet but that is your next installment of The Life and Times of a Brunette and a Blonde.

The Brunette x

So you may be sitting here thinking that was so mean!!! It must have been at least another half an hour before the Brunette FINALLY got to go to bed. But fear not my loyal blog readers, Vengeance is a dish best served cold and boy did I enjoy the picnic. It happened a few nights later, when all thoughts of a vendetta against the Blonde were out of her small little mind.

I was once again getting ready for bed (and checking all the doors for jugs before opening them completely) and I heard the Blonde in our mother’s room having a good old chit-chat. Well naturally I felt left out. We talk together, not one after the other.

So I decided I would invade the more secure space in any girl’s life. I went into the Blonde’s bedroom and, with the light turned off; I climbed into her bed and arranged the blanket so that it looked like she just didn’t bother to make it. (She won’t notice that she had actually made it because she is blonde.)  Anyway I waited until really late. Around 1AM I would say (I know commitment or what) and finally she came into her bedroom and, without bothering with the light, just jumped into bed.

I took my chance and grabbed her and she yelped…not screamed…yelped and tried to get out the bed. However for some reason the Blonde’s legs were not working so her top half fell out the bed and the legs stayed up in the air!

If someone had recorded it, then it would have made me rich.

Hope you enjoyed your second instalment of The Life and Times of a Brunette and a Blonde.

The Brunette x

So not too long ago, only a few years (which in the great scheme of things is not long at all.) The blonde and I were playing the game Frustration with our mother on her bed. Needless to say I won each and every one of those games and took great joy in gloating about it.

My boasting was not going to last long because the blonde informed us that she was going to the bathroom. Seeing this as a usual occurence I carried on playing the game with our mother and when she came back we finished the game with me winning winning (of course) once again.

Yawning I told the blonde and our mother that I was going to bed and gave them each a kiss and skipped off to my bedroom.

According to the mother after I had left the blonde held up her hand and counted “5,4,3,2,1″ and funnily enough, at that moment I opened my bedroom door only to have a downpour of water falling onto my head. My loving, sweet blonde had balanced a jug of water on my door while she was “in the bathroom.”

Naturally I came back into our mother’s room in order to confront the blonde but the sight of water dripping off my nose was all too much and the next 10 minutes or so consisted of the blonde and our mother laughing while I went to get changed, dry my hair and sulk into bed. Luckily I woke up to see the funny side of the prank the next morning.

And  that is your first installment of the life and times of a brunette and blonde.

The brunette x 

We all have a special person in our lives, a kindred spirit, someone we trust more than anyone and I don’t mean like a boy-friend, I mean a best friend. Someone who we couldn’t live without.

It just so happens that my special person is a lovely, blonde sister.

We have so much fun every day and I can guarantee that not a day goes go by where something hilarious happens. So I thought “why not record all of these moments?” Or at least the ones I have time to write about…there are too many to record every single one.

I hope you enjoy these stories and that they add a little bit of joy to your day.

(The brunette) x