Tag! You're it!

Once a month, I scrapbook with a bunch of girls from my "old" ward (the wards were realigned in February). Our last crop happened to fall on Friday the 13th. Before hand, we had talked about pranks we could pull and had tossed around a few ideas but nothing stuck. Finally the night of the crop arrived and we still had no idea what to do. Someone came up with the idea that we should "mark" the doors of the girls who hadn't made it to scrap that night. We ended up making red X's to stick on their doors. The girls who didn't show up, however, weren't able to come because their husbands were on the Stake father-son camp out. We thought maybe just a red X on the door while their husbands were out of town might be a bit scary to wake up to, so we tossed around ideas of what we could possibly write on it. I'll spare you some of our "funnier" suggestions (it was LATE and we were punchy), but we ended up writing, "Tag! You're it," on the X's. We weren't sure what it meant, but it sounded friendly enough and it was getting to be midnight already. The next morning, 25 houses woke up to find a large red X on their door. A few of the girls knew we had been scrapbooking and immediately pinned the crime on us, but most people were thoroughly confused -- just like we had planned it. And that was the end of it.

Last night there is a knock at our door. Dustin opens the door and there is a plate of brownies with a little poem reading:

Tag! You're it!

This plate of goodies is sent to you--
By someone in the ward, and you don't know who.

Your job is to pass it on next time --
To spread the love and make someone feel fine.

Just attach this little note to the plate you send,
Maybe some broken heart you will mend.

So Tag, You're it! It doesn't have to be extrodinnaire--
Just keep it going to show you care!

And on our door?? You guessed it! A red X (in my OWN handwriting no less).