Sad. So sad.
At 8:12pm tonight I realized that it is April Fools Day and I had not properly taken advantage. Alex literally saw me realize this and was able to read my brainwaves quickly enough to let me know in no uncertain terms that there would be no April Fooling this year.
Probably my best recent April Fools was two years ago, when I was 7 1/2 months pregnant with Quinn. I called Alex at work and told him: “I don’t know, I’ve been having some cramping on and off all day today. And I’m sort of worried because I don’t know if I want to give birth on APRIL FOOLS DAY!!”
Needless to say, he’s been wary of the date ever since. And somehow I’ve earned the reputation of a bitch.