Time yet again for Jen’s Rant Against April Fools Day. It’s a terrible “holiday,” one that only serves to irritate me. Of course, the boys are now of an age that they think it is SOCIETY’S GIFT TO YOUNG BOYS, and I can’t say I blame them. Chances are damned good that I’m going to be the victim of some sort of prank, and God please give me the strength to not bean them.
Yes, I am anti-prank. Oh? Why? Why you ask? Happy to oblige. Twelve years ago (can’t believe it’s been that long…) I was the inadvertent victim of a wicked evil prank. I’m still bitter. And grumpy. And get the shakes when I’m confronted with a Master lock.
And, yes, I do realize I’ve reposted that post every year for the last five. Besides the fact that it’s an easy way to slap something up, things ramped up a notch here at the House of Chaos. This morning we have a second showing of our house; someone is returning to appreciate and hopefully buy it. And please SweetbabyJesusandallhislittleplaygrouppals I hope they do. Tom has been gone a month, and even though we scored cheap tickets to Chicago for next weekend, I miss him terribly. And I’m sick of the single mom shit. (Single moms, I raise a glass to you. Every night. And a coffee cup/soda can during the day). And frankly, I’d like to leave my house a mess for a few hours.
So with all that in mind, kindly don’t pull a prank on me today. Don’t mess with the sugar for my coffee, don’t screw with the tv, and for God’s sake, don’t NOT buy my house.