Happy April Fools Day !!!


I love April Fools Day.  Of course, growing up, everyday was April Fool's Day in our house.  I was fortunate to grow up in a house of laughter and we were always playing pranks.  My dad had an amazing sense of humour.  He taught me to how to take it as well as how to dish it out.  I can only remember a couple of our April Fool's jokes but I remember always laughing.  The ability to laugh at oneself - I will be forever grateful to my parents for giving me that gift.  The ability to find humour in life, again, I don't know I would have gotten through this game of life without such humour.

I think that is why my first marriage didn't work.  He didn't find me funny and I didn't dare even try to play an April Fool's joke on him.  

Now, I'm engaged to another man.  When I first met him, he didn't have a great sense of humour.  His blog is called "Struggling to Smile" for a reason.  He spent a great deal of time struggling to smile, let alone laugh.  Now, he laughs every day and laughs with his mouth open and right from his belly.   I didn't teach him this.  He wanted this for himself and he worked hard for this.

And it is a win for me, too.  At first, I could just mail in my April Fool's jokes.  Now, I have to put time and energy into this.  

One of our favorite games is play "hide the remote".  This is an easy game for me since he never gives me access to the remote anyway.  So, the times that he does, I can easily hide it and claim he never gave it to me.  One day I hid it in the mircrowave.  Ok, maybe you have to be there, but trust me, it is hilarious !!!

This morning, at about 12;30 am, I was lying on the couch under a blanket and we were watching tv. I told him that my incision burst from my hysterectomy and that I was majorly hemorrhaging and I needed to go to the hospital but first I needed to get cleaned up. He had towels there in a second trying to clean me up.  There was no blood, or even an incision !!!  

I love that I have a partner in crime that can laugh with me, laugh at me, and laugh at himself.   Laughter has so many medicinal properties.  It is more than just common sense.  

I remember one time my best friend and I were attending a HABs game at the Old Forum.  We were going to buy tickets at the door (scalped) and we were going to meet a friend there who was going to do the same.  Once we got there, we realized our plan to meet there was not as fool proof as we had thought.  It would be hard to find him among 18000 people.  (Yes, there actually was a time when the world existed before cell phones.)  We were there for less than a period at end seats when he showed up on the aisle.  He said he heard me laugh.  I have a distinctive laugh, only distinctive because I laugh a lot.   

Thanks to April Fool's Day for reminding me how much I love to laugh.   Everyone needs this reminder.  

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