I don’t do April Fool’s Day if it’s on a Sunday; a new rule I decided this very year. Actually, I completely forgot all about it until Mister, who is in Houston with the boys for the weekend for a golf tourney, sent me a text that he broke his ankle.  He tripped on a fool, he said. An April fool, hardy har har. I nearly killed him because a broken bone is certainly not what we need right now.

Anyway, this is as close to a joke as you’re getting this year.