April Fools’ Day.
April 1, 2014
Filed Under: Personal
As I was getting ready this morning a couple of things happened.
The first was that the shower caddy that is held in place by suspension in the corner of my bathtub managed to come loose and fall on top of me as I was washing the shampoo out of my hair. I don’t know if I’m the only one who struggles with maintaining my balance in a slippery bathtub, but it’s let me tell you, it’s especially difficult when shelves of liter sized bottles, razors, and every scent of body wash you could possible imagine are pushing you over. Fortunately, the shower curtain caught my fall and I managed not to smack my head on any of the hard surfaces that surrounded me so I would consider this a very small victory in grace. My sharing this with you is completely irrelevant, by the way. This story was mostly for the sake of your laughter on this cloudy Tuesday. Is it cloudy where you are, too?
On another note, It’s April Fools’ Day. Did you know? Don’t believe all those status’ about being engaged, being pregnant, and whatever else people are posting so that they can respond with, “OMGJustKiddingAprilFools!” Before getting pummeled by the shower caddy, I was thinking about this whole April Fools’ Day thing and wondering where it got so misconstrued. By definition, April Fools’ Day is a day for practical jokes … By definition, a practical joke consists of someone performing a physical hoax. Physical – not verbal. I began mentally composing a blog post discussing the hurtful turn that April Fools’ Day has taken by joking about things on public forum that others are deeply struggling with – broken relationships and infertility being just the beginning. However, upon reading social media updates I found I wasn’t the first one to tackle this topic, so I’ll spare you my tirade.
Bottom line: Rather than trying to fool your friends with a Facebook status, go short sheet your roommate’s bed, wrap your friend’s car in saran wrap, or torment your little sister by hiding her favorite stuffed animal and then leaving a magazine cut-out ransom note in it’s place … wait, you’ve never done that? Oh. Just kidding about that last part then. I obviously had way too much time on my hands in my younger, more despicable years. . (pssst. I love you, Layne.)