Day 16: Jokester

I’m not a [see blog title], but I want to be. And, I’m in quarantine, so I thought this would be the year I pulled off Ye Olde April Fools in some fashion.

Matt was never my intended audience. He’s pesky in normal times. One of his fantasies is to throw a bucket of water in my face, so if I somehow got away with tricking him today, who knows how the man would retaliate?

I thought about pulling one over on the boys, but I – a creative writer by morning and creativity teacher by day – cannot come up with anything other than saran wrap on the toilet. This is not a good joke for a mom to do in her home.

I thought about texting my mom a picture of a positive pregnancy test.

I thought about pulling one over on all of you, weaving a magical tale of … see how far I got with it?

My students aren’t around for me to trick, though I am hosting a live class via zoom tonight, so if you have ideas, lmk.

There is a dog lying next to me. “Hey, JB – want to go for a walk in a free-range chicken field? April Fools, sucker!” That feels more meanster than jokester.

And now I’m back to the boys. They are the best targets. I vacillate between mean mom and stern teacher in their eyes right now, so they won’t see Jokester-BT coming.

Google isn’t helping, and there’s only 6 more hours before I send them to bed. Ideas! Ideas, anyone? Bueller? Bueller?