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The best thing about April Fools Day is that it's only a week till my birthday [g].
The worst April Fools joke ever perpetrated on me took place when I was fourteen. My grandmother had just died, and my parents were back in Louisiana (we were living in Southern California at the time) for the funeral and to deal with the house, etc. I (the only child still at home) was sent to stay with my older sister and her husband while they were gone. I don't know why I didn't go with them, except that perhaps they didn't want me to miss school.
On the afternoon of April Fools Day, I walked from school to my sister's house, where Nancy greeted me with, "Mother and Daddy have decided to stay in Louisiana, and I'll be putting you on a plane to go there tomorrow."
It took some time for me to calm down from that one, especially since she let it play out for far too long, IMHO.
I've never been a fan of practical jokes. I suspect this comes from where I stand in my family's birth order. I also suspect I will never learn to like them, either.
They're like filling someone's car with popcorn, which is another story altogether, but at least I wasn't the butt of that one.
The worst April Fools joke ever perpetrated on me took place when I was fourteen. My grandmother had just died, and my parents were back in Louisiana (we were living in Southern California at the time) for the funeral and to deal with the house, etc. I (the only child still at home) was sent to stay with my older sister and her husband while they were gone. I don't know why I didn't go with them, except that perhaps they didn't want me to miss school.
On the afternoon of April Fools Day, I walked from school to my sister's house, where Nancy greeted me with, "Mother and Daddy have decided to stay in Louisiana, and I'll be putting you on a plane to go there tomorrow."
It took some time for me to calm down from that one, especially since she let it play out for far too long, IMHO.
I've never been a fan of practical jokes. I suspect this comes from where I stand in my family's birth order. I also suspect I will never learn to like them, either.
They're like filling someone's car with popcorn, which is another story altogether, but at least I wasn't the butt of that one.
