This year, strangely, I was totally uninspired. So much so that my poor unsuspecting husband had to remind me on March 31st about this day. I had not done any scheming, research, shopping for supplies or setting the emotional climate to this point and felt pretty badly about it. Until I realized that destiny had an important part to play this year. Here's how it all began.
April 1st arrived in the early morning light, for Quincy at least. He was the one this year that woke up at 5 and gleefully tiptoed about the house sabotaging the toilet. I, on the other hand opened my eyes to see that my hopes for a sunny Sunday had been bombarded by heavy fog and 2 inches of fresh snow. Not good news for one that works outdoors, wants to ride her horses and is impatiently waiting for the warming spring weather. I chose to stay in bed, further depressed by my lack of imagination on this special day. I came to at around 7:30 with Quincy eagerly waiting for me to use the washroom before having a bite for breakfast. That business done, he asked... wellll? did your butt stick to the seat?? and I replied... uuhhh no. He looked disapointed, but took it in stride. We had coffees and ate the mediocre muffins that I'd baked the day before and I started to feel a little headachey. Back to bed with a book I went thinking it was still too early on a Sunday to be up anyways. That's when it hit me, destiny that is. This was going to be the most decisive April fools victory in history.
My illness worstened rapidly, and I needed Kleenex. And tea. And eggs. - All of which were promptly fried (where necessary) and delivered to my bedside. Because the hubby morphs into a germophobe as soon as I have a sniffle, he refused to snuggle me in my sad state. He did consent to having the wet dog come in from outside and stand in for the job. Right on top of his freshly laundered pillow. booyaaa!
As he prepared to travel 40 minutes to town for groceries, it became clear that I would not survive such a trip and had to stay home. And while he was outside, could he please feed the horses more hay (he'd already tossed them a snack earlier) and grain? Also, I'm sick and cold. Put more wood on the fire. Yes. yes he did all of these things and more. While he was at it cleaned out and refilled their water trough. This I immensely enjoyed while laying in bed watching from the window. During a strategically placed phone call about an hour later I ordered 20 oranges (the MacLennan family sickness cure is to OD on natural VC). He tried to trick me into thinking his parents were coming to visit - after a moment of worrying and demanding to know if it was a trick - I was too sick to have visitors - he began to sing his own praises that he had won April Fools day. I silently sniggered, updated my facebook status announcing my victory to the world and waited patiently for him to come home at which point I greeted him with my hands in the air the way I've seen champions do it on television (I don't often win competitions, and have limited experience with fist pumping). For the rest of the day I'll have to endure randomly shouted profanities, and denials of this clear win but It's totally worth it.
well played Mrs. Burr, well played.
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