April 1st...

[rowangolightly]

First it's da Kidling's birthday. Happy Birthday, Amber!

Second, I really don't care for April 1st as in April Foole's Day. No, I don't. This doesn't mean that I don't have a good sense of humor. It simply means that this is a form of puerile humor that leaves me cold.

I used to be married to a clown. You have NO IDEA how many stupid, moronic, sophomoric jokes I was the butt of during the 14 years of the relationship. Salt in the sugar, vaseline on the toilet seat, rubber band over the handle of the kitchen sink sprayer so when I turned on the faucet I got sprayed, egg in the bottom of a shoe (oh YES, that one went over really well...he had it dumped onto his desk!) and many, many others.

He never, even at the age of 40, stopped doing the 'opening the door against his foot but acting like it hit him in the nose' trick. ha. ha. ha. /sarcasm. So that once when he really did hit himself in the face with the door, I burst out laughing so hard I damnear peed my pants. Really.

We are NOT amused. Don't....just, please don't. This is simply fair warning.

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Yeah, that's why I don't like them. My father did a lot of travelling for work. Some sicky called my mother saying that my father had been in a car wreck, either not knowing or caring that she'd been in a serious one just six months before and was a nervous wreck anyway. With my dad on the road, that caused an incident that nearly wound up with her back in the hospital.

If it's not funny *then* even to the one it's being pulled on, I ain't interested in it at all.