Oceanfront property in Saskatchewan, you say?

I did not get much sleep last night, which is very unfortunate, since it means that today I am dumb.

Today is April 1st, April Fools’ Day: the one day of the year when you REALLY don’t want to be dumb. In fact, you must not only be smart, but vigilant, paranoid, and cunning.

I decided before leaving for work this morning that I would not believe anything I saw, heard, or read today.

Epic FAIL.

I’ve gotten suckered twice already, and it’s barely past lunch. Sad part is I’m too tired to conjure up anything pranktastic myself. BOO.

I’m a little worried about my blood donation appointment after work. “Ms. Baker, would you mind signing this live organ donation card? It means we can come for your liver at any time.” Sure, can I borrow a pen?

What makes it even more obnoxious is that, like holiday displays in stores, April Fools does not seem to be restricted to one day anymore.

I received a note from a Facebook contact this morning, alerting his entire friends list that his fiancee doesn’t exist — her name is an anagram of his.

Now, I called bullshit on that the day he hunted me down and friended me. I dated him and, let’s face it, he over-reached with her photo and details. If she existed she’d be way out of his league. However, bottom line is, he started this prank when he created his profile — ages ago — with the specific purpose of playing it out until now. I’d say dude needs a hobby, but I guess he’s had one.

Add to that that many pranks online were posted a day or two ago. One guy, for some reason, doesn’t like to reveal his real birthday, but has been telling everyone it’s April 1st for some time. Umm. Ok.

I dunno about you, but some days I’m in a better mood than others. Some days you could rickroll me half a dozen times and I’d still be laughing. Other days you lie to me, regardless of the motivation, and you’d better hope you’re at least a continent or an ocean away from me. So really, extending April Fools is a bit of a crapshoot. You risk me being endlessly entertained, or killing you.

Fortunately, for the most part, Sherry, Andrew, and my brother are about the only people who enjoy my dumbassitude more than I do. 🙂

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