Memory Monday...Bra and Daddy's Panties

so i admit to being a total and complete prankster growing up. let's face it. i still am. i will even allow myself to be made the fool for a good laugh. some sick genetic gene implanted in me before birth that has caused lists and lists of Memory Monday stories.
case in point...
i grew up in this big log cabin type home. it was out in the middle of no where with the closest remnants of any resident being a ghost town and a cemetery with all the head stones reading, 'killed by Indians'. it was a short dusty drive towards any civilization.
seeking our own fun was a must. i remember being totally bored and really wondering what i could do to get even with a few people. sometimes even getting the 'one up' was better. i did that a lot too.
well i was really tired of being teased about a certain piece of undergarment that I had. lets just be honest, sometimes being sixteen comes with some sort of growth spurt that is uncontrolled and hardly understood. that being said, i was tired of the comments!
my aunt was staying with us at the time. she brought her laundry basket with her braziers and set it on the bed. to remain modest, i must say she was much more endowed than i ever have been and i have beat her by quite a few kids!!
anyway, i took the biggest brightest piece of lingerie i could find and hung it up for her. right over the dinner table on the big deer antler chandelier. wasn't that sweet of me to take such good care of her delicates?? she didn't notice it for weeks, yet it was the topic of every ones conversation.
well, here is the thing. you can't actually take part in laughing about this kind of thing while being naive enough to think that it would never happen to you.
my father is a hunter, which i know is totally off track of this story and doesn't seem to make sense yet, but stick with me here...
he hunts whatever he can get a permit for. so sleeping in the family room, living room, or eating at the kitchen table had to be done with no imagination at all. if you thought you'd seen a huge animal with massive teeth, fangs, or antlers coming after you from the other side of the wall, chances are, you did. they don't look friendly, they hardly look dead...and they are everywhere.
so, after a bad prank pulled on me by my father, i decided it was payback. a nice big piece of tighty whities hanging from the deer antlers right in the living room. right inside the front door. exactly in the bishops view when he made a family visit a week later. that's right a week. for such a prized possession of my fathers, it took a week for him to notice his trophy kill sporting a nice pair of fruit of the looms in his house. he warned us kids to never touch the 'game' as he called it. I must say that the elastic on those things shoots like a rubber band!!
now...you might think they got me back somehow...and maybe they did. but please! lets have some tact! talking about other peoples delicate clothing articles carries no class at all!