This day was never my favorite because many “practical” jokes could be considered cruel or unusual punishment for the unwary person. Me.
However, this day – probably centered around a change in the calendar or the fickleness of Mother Nature – is really meant for Dads. We always concocted something silly for our father when he returned from work. The best one was devised by my mother.
We had a yippy Chihuahua mix who broke her leg once. Thus, we rewrapped her leg with a splint and tape and pronounced her leg broken yet again. The poor canine bore the burden of the unprofessional job we did, but my dad was truly convinced and ready to take her to a vet.
It was tough to pull one over on Dad as he was the king of amusement and fun. I learned to truly appreciate a good ruse from him and my mother. In their honor, I will honorably fall victim to a good joke and continue to perpetuate humor throughout life.
Amen. And yes – in response to the appliances doing work for us, I may try to see if the iron takes out my wrinkles. April Fools!