Twenty four years ago today, my then-boyfriend called his sister and announced, “I’m getting married tomorrow.”
His sister said, “I’m not falling for that one. I know what day it is today.”
Then-boyfriend said, “I’m serious.”
Sister answered, “Yeah, sure. Pull the other one, why don’t ya?”
And thus it was that twenty four years ago tomorrow, when then-boyfriend and I got married in the Queens County Courthouse in Kew Gardens, New York, none of his family was there.
I’ve never been a fan of April Fool’s Day. My dad would always come up with these great ideas for foolery, and I’d get all excited, and then it would turn out that there was no moose on the lawn, or no chocolate cake in the kitchen, and I’d end up being disappointed.
Disappointment sucks. So does feeling like an idiot. On April 1st or any other time.
So I will not be trying to fool anyone today. Scout’s honor.
On April Fool’s Day, Derek started work on his dream house. If I had thought about it I would have realized that that was a bad sign, but no, I was just too excited that he finally had something to do, to worry about anything else.
And I solemnly swear I will not come back tonight with a, "Ha-ha, just kidding!"
Happy April 1st, everyone!