
Well, it’s a little after 11 p.m. and I only have a little less than an hour to worry. What am I worried about? My wife. Let me explain. Today is April 1st or April Fools Day and for many years, my lovely wife thinks that this is the day that she must play a practical joke on me. Now when I say practical joke , I don’t mean a simple, fun, Ha Ha, kind of joke. I am talking about make-me-feel-like-I’ve-been-punched-in-the-gut kind of joke.
Let me tell you what she has done to me.
One April Fool’s Day my wife came up with this elaborate plan that involved my then 9-year-old son. It was early evening and I had fallen asleep watching television. While I was oblivious to the conscious world, she took the skin from the chicken breast she was preparing and laid it on my son’s arm. She then took ketchup and syrup that she mixed to a perfect blood-like mixture. As my son watched with a grin on his face, she poured the “blood” all over his arm. Then she ran with him to the living room and screamed for me to help her because “Ean had cut his arm with a knife!” I jumped up, and in my daze, grabbed him and ran to the bathroom to see if there was something I could do!
My stomach was sick as I looked at his skin laid open with blood all over it! I think I saw his bone! It was awful! Then with a slight grin on her face, she looked at me and said those infamous words, “April Fools!” I was so angry! It must have shown on my face because as soon as my son looked up at me, he began to yell in frantic repetition, “Mommy made me do it, Daddy! Mommy made me do it!” A little while later, our son went to his mother and told her that he didn’t want to be a part of her pranks on me anymore! I tell you, she is evil!
Another time, she again used some food and fake blood to prank me. Our laundry room was in the basement so she would regularly take clothes down the steps while carrying them in a laundry basket. I was upstairs doing something when I heard her fall and yell like she was hurt. I ran to the basement and found her lying on the floor with her face buried in the clothes, basket nearby. She moaned that she hurt her leg and as I look down at her ankle, I saw what appeared to be her tibia poking through her sock and blood was all over it. It was in fact a beef bone she placed very carefully in her sock.
I again became sick at my stomach as I tried to figure out what to do. I asked in a panicked state if she wanted me to carry her up the stairs or if she wanted me to leave her there and go call 911 and have the EMTs come down to get her. She continued to have her face buried in the clothes and I thought she was crying. Later I discovered she was laughing as she looked up and said it again! “April Fools!” When will I ever learn? This woman is evil!
But I do love her! She tells me all the time that my life would be boring without her. She is right. The funny thing is that all my friends try to warn me. One sent me a text this morning and told me to beware! They actually think it is funny because I am so easy to mess with.
Well, I still have a little more time to “beware” and I am hoping she does not have the energy to do something this year. But I think I remember that there was one year when she waited until April 2nd to prank me. Oh, no, I forgot about that one. I don’t think I will be able to sleep well tonight.