Thursday, April 30, 2009

Swine flu? More like "whine" flu.

There really isn't much of a reason for this post, other than I wanted to use that clever title I had just thought of.

Actually, Tarrant County has cancelled all events this weekend, which means the Bike MS will not end it Sundance Square, as originally planned. I appreciate them taking precautions, but it's odd that they're the only county in this area that's doing so. Even the Star-Telegram is twittering that they're going a bit too far with this one. Either Tarrant County is overreacting or we're under-reacting... time will tell, I suppose. 

From what I hear, it's all a bunch of hype. Jack said a dad at the taekwondo school works at a hospital, and they got their first case of Swine Flu yesterday, diagnosed them, and then sent them home with Tami-flu. 

Yes folks, this is just the flu. Let's not play "the sky is falling," kay? I've decided to, instead, freak out about the way-more-prevalent outbreak of salmonella poisoning and the amount of "ADD" undisciplined devil children in the world these days. 

(Disclaimer: if your child really has ADD, know that I'm not calling you a bad parent. But it must piss you off as much as it pisses me off that people throw that term around like there's no tomorrow as an excuse for their child's poor behavior. We do love excuses, don't we?)

Rant over.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

How Special?

Jack: "Do you know how special you are?"

Me: "No, how special?"

Jack: [Enthusiastically sticks his arms out as far as they'll go] "This much plus infinity!!!!"


Saturday, Jack was running late coming home from work, and we were going to go to the JFK museum with our friends this afternoon. He called me on the way home, asking me if I could warm something up for him so he'd have enough time to eat a little something before we left.

We had been working on eating a 5-pound roast since Monday, so we were a little tired of it, so I decided to change it up a little by chopping the beef up, mixing it with barbecue sauce, and serving it on a hamburger bun.

When Jack got home and saw the plate, he circled around it once, staring in awe.

"What is that?" he asked, eyes wide.

"It's a barbecue beef sandwich," I replied.

"Wooah," he said, as he examined it further. "That's awesome."

He took a bite and made a loud mmmmmmm sound, then gave me a big hug and told me I was "the best wifey ever."

Later, he was eating the rest sandwich, still in awe of its meaty goodness. He looked at me.

"Where did you get this?" he asked.

"Out of our fridge," I replied. "It's just that roast we've been eating for a week."

"Really?" he asked, surprised. "I didn't know we had this! Where did you get the beef?"

"...from the roast," I said, again. "I just added barbecue sauce."

"And you chopped it all up too?" he asked. This sandwich was evidently blowing his mind.

"Yeeah," I said.

"Wooooah." he replied, in awe, staring at the sandwich.

I tilted my head and looked at him adoringly.

"You're pretty," I told him.

He looked at me and smiled goofily.

"Pretty awesome," he replied, matter-of-factly, and took another bite.


The other day, Jack and I were in front of the TV, staring out our respective laptop screens (as is usually the scene at the Hornbuckle house), when suddenly, Jack got all excited.

"Oooooo!" he said, "We have to make a bet with Owen!" I looked up.


"Because Texas A&M is playing DBU in baseball soon," he replied, still looking at the screen.

"Okay," I said, slowly. "And why would Owen care about that?" Jack looked at me like I was an airhead.

"Um, because he goes there."

"Owen goes to Dallas Theological Seminary," I said.

"Yeah! DB... oh. Wait. D-T-S," he thought out loud. "Never mind."


So I was getting ready for my day one day (alone in the house...that's always where the trouble starts), when I went under the door frame from our bathroom, and I looked up and had a brilliant idea (which, as you all know, is never actually brilliant).

I wonder if I can still do a pull up?

My brother and I used to jump up and touch the molding in this house when we were growing up, when we could barely reach the top of the door. Then, as we got taller, we would jump up, grab onto the top of the molding, and do a little pull-up. I'm sure my parents loved it.

So I stood there, a mature adult, wondering if I could do a pull-up on the molding that I used to as a child. I decided, of course, that I'd better try it out.

I put my arms up and placed my hands on both sides of the door frame, slowly putting a little bit of my weight onto the molding.


I let go quickly after I felt the molding give a bit under my weight. Evidently 15-year-old molding can't take 200% of the weight it used to. Who knew?

Guess you have to grow up sometime.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Worst. Tournament. Ever.

Today, Jack was supposed to compete at a taekwondo tournament down in Fair Park. Since I'm super-wife, I was, of course, going to get up at 7 a.m. to drive down to south Dallas to watch him compete at 9. On a Saturday. Because I love him. Ugh.

Jack left at about 6:30, and after he kissed me goodbye I knew I could sleep in just a little longer, so I hit the snooze button and rolled over.

Later, I was getting ready for the tournament. I put on jeans and a cute pink shirt, and I was about to walk out of the bathroom when I realized that I'd really like to wear earrings for my husband, so I walked back in. I looked around and noticed some music playing.

If I hadn’t been so stubborn,
Been so selfish,
Thought about her more,
Thought about me less...

Where was that music coming from? Did I leave the radio on?

Joked to make her laugh,

Held her when she cried,
A little more of that, maybe I...

"Funny, I don't remember having the radio on while I was getting ready," I thought, as I put the earrings on.

If I'd have loved her this much all along,
Maybe, maybe, yeah maybe,
She wouldn't be gone.

And then I woke up, clock radio blaring. I groggily looked over at the clock. 8:30.


I jumped out of bed, ran to the closet, grabbed the jeans I had worn the day before off the floor and threw them on with a much less cute t-shirt than the one from my dream-outfit. I brushed my teeth, pulled my unwashed hair into a ponytail, and called it good.

Since the tournament was out in Fair Park and he had gotten a ride from a friend, Jack wanted me to take his truck instead of my car, so I grabbed the spare key from the hook in the back and ran out the door.

The plan had been to stop by an ATM on the way to the tournament to pick up some cash for the spectator entry fee, though now with a much tighter schedule, it would be more difficult. I stopped at a bank on the way out of town that I thought would have my ATM, which, as it turns out, has been shut down. Fantastic.

I got on the highway and typed the name of my bank into our GPS, and found one a mile away from the highway, so I exited and turned. When I got to the bank, I saw that they didn't have a drive-thru ATM. What kind of bank doesn't have a drive-thru ATM?

Fortunatly, it did have an outside-ATM, which was a good thing since the bank hadn't opened yet. I pulled into a parking space, turned the car off, and shut the door, instinctively locking the manual lock in the same motion.

Realizing the key was still in the ignition as the door was closing, I dove at the side of the truck clumsily to try to stop the door from shutting, but it was too late.

I had just locked myself out of the truck. At the unopened bank. And I definitely would not make it to Jack's tournament now.

At least it wasn't raining.

Except that it was.

So I did what any self-respecting, rational woman would do. I threw a tantrum and tried to open the obviously-locked door.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I yelled, and tried the handle about 20 times. The door stayed shut, and the inventor of the lock rested happily in his grave.

Darn my keyless-entry car that's trained me not to take a key out of the ignition!

Darn Jack's manual locks that have trained me to automatically lock the door when I exited his truck!

Darn the cell phone, purse, key to my own car, and camera, still in the truck!

Darn Jack bringing his set of keys with him to the tournament (even though he didn't need them!)

Darn Jack bringing the extra key MY car to the tournament too!

Fortunately, a really nice gentleman had also parked outside the bank, waiting for it to open. I asked him if I could use his cell phone, and he obliged. First I called Jack to see if he had possibly left his keys at home. Jack probably saw the unknown number and ignored the call. Next, I called and woke my Dad, who groggily answered the phone and agreed to get out of bed and come pick me up.

So I sat out on the tailgate of the truck for a while in the rain.

Finally, I decided to walk to Starbucks, which was nearby, and get myself a coffee. I did, after all, have my debit card. Might as well use it. That made the situation exponentially better.

I waited another half-hour or so on the tailgate, then under the over-hang at the front of the bank, where it was more dry, when the manager of the bank finally came out and offered to let me come inside.

Since my parents would be there any minute, I thanked him but stayed outside so they would see me. Might as well just stay wet at this point. It appears that I wouldn't be going anywhere today anyway.

As I took the last drink of my coffee and watched the cars pass by in the rain, I couldn't help but laugh at myself and think one thing:

At least this will make a good blog entry.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

I was featured!

Okay, so it doesn't take much to get me excited, but let me tell you, THIS got me excited!!

I must say, I'm completely in love with Tip Junkie, so getting featured was really quite fun.

Jack wasn't so impressed. Actually, I don't think he really understood my jumbled explanation for the "Ooo ooo ooo!!" sound I made after I saw the update.

"There's this blog called Tip Junkie! And it's so cool! Remember the Easter jars I made for the neighbors? I got it from there! Remember them? Well, they featured me!"

Blank stare.

But I'm excited. And I will proudly wear my new "I was featured" Tip Junkie button!!

Monday, April 13, 2009


This weekend, Jack and I went to visit his parents in East Texas. The first night I was there, I went to take a shower before I got ready for bed, so I got out all my mini stolen-from-hotel-rooms shampoo, conditioner, soap, etc. and used them in the shower.

I noticed that the conditioner wasn't great, but chalked it up to the possibly softer or harder water.

After the shower, I got dressed for bed and did the normal nighttime routine - brushing teeth, lotion on my face, 100 strokes of the hairbrush (just kidding).

Two days later, the last day we were there, I was in the shower again when I took a look at the conditioner.

Body Lotion.

I had been using body lotion in my hair all weekend.

Even worse, after I got out of the shower I took a look at what was left in my bag and found my conditioner. Which I had used on my face the last two days. And didn't notice.

After I told Jack about this little mishap, he looked at me more closely and said he did notice that my face looked pretty dry. Evidently hair conditioner doesn't moisturize skin like it does hair. Who knew?

A little while later, I caught Jack looking at me and giggling.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked.

"Your face," he answered, simply. Oh yes, this is my husband, Mr. Smoothbuckle.

On the bright side, my eyebrows have never been softer.

Trash or Treasure? Tuesday

I stumbled upon a bunch of books and CDs at a garage sale for free. Since I'm out of college and no longer have a need to read or learn anything (the real reason is that we already have WAY to many books on our reading list), I'm giving them away weekly in my new blog series "Trash or Treasure? Tuesday!"

I have no idea if these books are any good. Actually, their theology could be insanely screwed up, so use your own judgement when reading. They look okay to me, but you know what they say about judging a book by its cover.

But who doesn't love free stuff?

This week, I'm giving away a copy of a book called The Heart of the Temple, by Anne Le Tissier.

Here's how the publisher's website describes the book:

A devotional handbook based upon the Temple to inspire a deeper commitment to prayer, encourage submission to God’s Word and provide helpful guidelines for living a godly lifestyle.

As the book reveals, the Temple’s preparations, construction and purpose are still relevant for Christians in the twenty-first century. It develops our understanding of Old Testament history while encouraging our devotion to God.

The book is divided into three parts: 'In the Beginning', 'A Temple for Today' and 'The Temple in heaven'. It includes journal pages for writing personal thoughts and prayers.

There's even an excerpt from it here!

Leave a comment about your favorite flavor of pudding to enter! (Disclaimer: if you say your favorite flavor of pudding is tapioca, you're automatically disqualified, because that's gross.) You should also add your e-mail address in case you don't actually want to have to check back here (the horror!) and read my blog again.

I'll let pick a winner tomorrow after Awana.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

When I grow up...

...I still want to hold hands with my husband.

I took these pictures today of Jack's grandparents at the Nacogdoches arboretum. Married more than 60 years and they still hold hands when they walk together.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

The first time I felt old

Last night, we were sitting in council time at Awana, and Tiffany was giving a lesson to the kids on "Why do bad things happen to good people?" (MckInspired, perhaps?)

Anyway, she made a few references to 9/11 when she was listing examples of bad things happening to good people. After the first reference, I looked at my 8-year-old neighbor, Aubree, who was sitting in front of me, and thought about the page in her scrapbook her mom had added about the events of 9/11. Aubree was 1.5 years old at the time. She didn't remember it.

I looked around the room, and realized most of these kids were born in 1999 or 2000. None of them remembered 9/11. They had no recollection of watching it on TV, or hearing it on the radio, or being told by a friend or classmate. How did that happen so fast?

I leaned over to Linda, my co-leader. 

"These kids were only 1 or 2 when 9/11 happened," I whispered. She gave me a surprised look.

"You're right!" she whispered, back, then to her 8-year-old daughter, Annette: "Do you know what 9/11 is?" she asked. Annette looked up at her and shrugged.

"No," Annette answered, simply.


I'm guessing there's more of those "how-did-I-get-so-old" moments to come. Now I know what Jack feels like all the time when he makes references to things like "Smurfs" and I stare back at him blankly.

As my mother-in-law always says, "keep breathing, you'll get there."

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Maggie is 6(ish)!

Today is Maggie's birthday! 

Well, maybe it is. But probably not.

Actually today is the 3rd anniversary of the day I adopted her, so that's pretty much the only birthday I know for her. When I adopted this super-skinny, super-timid little thing on April 8, 2006, they told me that she was "probably 3 or 4 years old," and I opted for 3 so she'll live longer. Yep - if I believe she's younger, she is. Because I'm the blog author and I say so.

Maggie's a pretty good dog, aside from the urinating on essential items, eating our lunch or dinner, keeping us up all night, or making a mess in our house with all her toys. Man, after reviewing all those reasons she's a bad dog, she doesn't seem so great after all.

But we still love her. 

She's completely irresistible when she sits up on her little back legs, wanting somebody to pet her, and she's perfected the "I want to play" noise when we're sitting on the couch watching TV (or, you know, asleep at 4 a.m.). Plus, sometimes, sometimes, she actually goes outside to go to the bathroom instead of using the carpet, so I consider myself super-lucky.

Earlier this week, I told Jack that today would be her "birthday" and asked him what he would like to to do celebrate it. He just stared at me.

"Um, she's a dog," he said slowly, wondering if he would get in irrational-girl-trouble for his completely logical answer. "So... nothing."

"But it's her birthday!" I replied, the thought of possibly throwing my dog a birthday party making perfect sense to me.

"Um, okay," Jack said, thinking hard for a way to appease his crazy wife. "Why don't you just...give her an extra bone on Wednesday then?" 

And this morning, an extra bone it was.

Because it's crazy to throw your dog a birthday party. Right?

Happy birthday, silly dog! You can't read (or use a computer, for that matter), so addressing you in this post makes no sense at all. But maybe I'll print it out later and let you chew on it as a special treat.

Then again, you'd probably rather eat toilet paper and other stuff we don't want you dragging out of the bathroom trash can into the living room.


So there has been this little "survey" thing going around facebook, which is pretty much just like every other myspace or e-mail survey you've ever done. I have to admit, I think it's kind of stupid, but I was more than a little surprised when my I-don't-write-anything-ever husband actually did it too. He must have been bored and/or giving into peer pressure. So, if you have been itching to get to know my husband better (don't lie, I know it's all you think about), I'm posting it here too.



What is your salad dressing of choice?
Ranch or Blue Cheese. Just depends on how I feel that day.

What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
Clear Springs in Nacogdoches! Great chicken fried steak and onion rings!

What food could you eat for 2 weeks straight and not get sick of it?

What are your pizza toppings of choice?1

What do you like to put on your toast?
Butter and grape jelly


How many television sets are in your house?

What color of cell phone do you have?


Are you right-handed or left-handed?

Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
Adnoids and wisdom teeth

What is the last heavy item you lifted?
Probably a box for the TKD school.

Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
One time...I sparring. I can't be sure though.


If it were possible, would you want to know the day you gonna die?

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
I don't think I would change it.

Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?

Christmas! I love all the decorations and the songs!!

Day of the week?
Sundays! Church and then spending the rest of the day with the wife!

March/April ish. I love the spring. I love all the flowers and trees in bloom!!


Missing someone?
Parents. I don't get to visit with them enough.


What are you listening to?


Worrying about?
Color belt testing


First place you went this morning?
Garage. To switch cars with my wife.

What's the last movie you saw?
Monster in Law

In theaters?
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skulls (Awful!!)

Do you smile often?


1) Do you always answer your phone?

2) It's four in the morning and you get a text message, who is it?
Greg Potter!!!! :-) (I agree Lori)

3) If you could change your eye color what would it be?

4) What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic?
Vanilla if I get a coke. Nothing if it is Dr. Pepper. You can't make Dr. Pepper any better!!!!

5) Do you own a digital camera?

6) Have you ever had a pet fish?

7) Favorite Holiday song ?
We Three Kings

8) What's on your wish list for your birthday?
A vacation!!!

9) Can you do push ups?
All day long!

10) Can you do a pull up?
A pull up...yes. Pull

11) Does the future make you more nervous or excited?

12) Do you have any saved texts?

13) Ever been in a car wreck?
Yes, but I wasn't driving.

14) Do you have an accent?
Some people think so.

15) What is the last song to make you cry?
Amazing Grace

16) Plans tonight?
Probably working, then eating, then sleeping.

17) Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?
Not really. I am usually pretty optimistic about the future.

18) Name 3 things you bought in the last week.
Groceries, jeans, flowers for my wife

19) Have you ever been given roses?

20) Current worry?
Tomorrow's staff workout.

21) Current hate right now?
Parents who use the Tkd school as a baby sitter.

22) Met someone who changed your life?
My wife.

23) How did you bring in the New Year!
Small party at our house

24) What song represents you?
"I'm too Sexy!!" or "Kung Fu Fighting" You choose!

25) Name three people who might complete this?
I think I am the last person to complete this!!

26) What were you doing at 12 AM last night?
Playing Mafia Wars!

27) What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?
Why won't that alarm quit going off!!!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Jack's surprise party!

In case you don't follow Hornbuckle 365, here's a few pictures from Jack's surprise birthday party on Saturday!


It was the moment I've been waiting for for weeks.

Jack came home from a day of classes and a tournament to find...

...a very large crowd...

...yelling "SURPRISE!"

...and he was actually surprised!!

I can't believe everybody pulled it off. I thought surely someone would ruin the surprise! But they didn't. And even better than that, his parents being there was a huge shock to him as well! How fun.

Here are a few more pictures from the evening.

Jack turning 30 means that he will be moving from the 17-29 year-old division to the 30-39 year-old division the next tournament season in taekwondo. He's actually very excited about this. This cake was also awesome because his weapon is actually a walking cane. Yep. You can do taekwondo with a cane.

By the way, the lady who made this cake also made our wedding cake. She's incredible. E-mail me if you need a cake in the Dallas area and I'll put you in contact with her.

This is us learning that trick candles were a bad idea.

More pictures from the party are here.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Make Something Monday

Amanda's Make Something Monday posts make my Mondays sooooo much better. Here's a little recipe I got from Christelle and modified just a bit - I LOVE how it turned out!

Christelle told me that you can make soft cookies out of cake mix, and said that she makes Devils Food cookies with chocolate and white chocolate chips. I tried those without the chocolate chips, and they were good, but then I decided to make carrot cake cookies with cream cheese icing! Yum!

What you need:

1 box of carrot cake mix (or any cake mix if you want to try other kinds)
3 eggs
1/2 cup of oil (I haven't tried substituting apple sauce yet, but I hear you can do that with pretty much anything to make it healthier)
Cream cheese icing (for on top after they're finished)

Mix the batter, spoon them onto a greased cookie sheet, and bake at 350 for 8 minutes.


Sunday, April 5, 2009

Surprise! It's the flu!

Last night, I threw Jack a surprise 30th birthday party. I think he was genuinely surprised and really enjoyed himself. When the time came for the cake, however, I found out that I made a serious error in judgment when I opted for some trick candles (you know, the ones that re-light themselves after they're blown out).

Bad idea.

What I hadn't considered was the very excited short crowd; you know, the portion of the crowd that are generally sticky and disgusting all the time, carrying trillions of germs and bacteria on every inch of their skin? Yeah. The kids.

As soon as the birthday song was finished and Jack blew out the candles, the 10 trick candles relit themselves.

"Oh, ha ha," Jack said. "Trick candles."

"I'll go get a glass of water," I said, as I began to make my way through the crowd toward the kitchen.

In the meantime, the kids, who were all surrounding the cake and drooling on themselves, were beginning to try to blow out the candles (which, as we learned from the first time Jack blew them out, would relight themselves, even if blown out again. Kids are a little dumb, apparently). As a bit of an unknown child's saliva hit my wrist, I addressed all the kids at once, telling them to stop blowing, let the candles keep burning, and we'll get water to put it out in a minute.

Evidently kids have zero self control when it comes to sweets and/or fire. Something programmed in their brains tell them that if there is a fire burning on food everyone will be sharing later, they absolutely must blow all over it, flecks of germ-ridden saliva and all (who started this idiotic tradition, anyway?). Even if it's not their birthday or their cake. And it of course does not occur to them to actually stop blowing on the cake when the adults say "stop blowing on the cake."

Can you tell I'm not ready for kids yet?

Anyway, the rest of the party was a success, except for the fact that Jack was exhausted after a day of both classes and a tournament (and here I was thinking "well, he'll be out of the house all day! It's perfect!") and was a little embarrassed to be coming home in his taekwondo uniform in front of all those people (because they've never seen him in a taekwondo uniform before?).

His parents also came in town and stayed hidden until the party, which was a fun surprise for him too.

But if we end up with the flu next week, you'll know why. It was the candles.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Joke's on me!

Today, I got to work and the door I go into said "Please Use Other Door."  That door is out of use a lot since it's right next to the studio, and if somebody is recording, we try not to open and close that door and walk through that hall. 

So I walked to the next one. "Please use other door" again. I almost walked to the next one, but I decided to see if my badge would work, because this one wasn't next to the studio. It did, so I rebelled and walked in quietly, still thinking somebody was recording. It's a good thing that I decided to rebel, because evidently my co-workers put them on EVERY single door.

Then, when I got to my office, my mouse wouldn't work. Stupid mac. Always breaking down and never doing what I want it to. After several minutes of moving it around and looking all confused, I picked it up and looked at the bottom. There was a note taped to the bottom, covering the sensor, that said "April Fools!" Ha. 

Apparently they did that to everybody’s mouse, and my boss and the other lady who works here called IT, who came and replaced their mice. They still haven’t figured it out.

Nobody will be saying "April Fools!" today in the Hornbuckle house

I don’t know if you know this or not, but there are no Braums stores south of Corsicana. This means that I was forced to live in a Braums-free town all four years at Texas A&M in College Station. My college friend Brittany and I adore Braums, not for their grimy stores or obviously unhappy employees, but for their tasty and very cheap ice cream (seriously, how do they not have a Braums in every college town? It’s so cheap! But I digress.)

On March 31, 2007, after dinner, Brittany and I were discussing this terrible situation we’re in, and decided to drive the four hours to and from Corsicana for Braums ice cream. Sure, the $25 tank of gas definitely cancels out the cheapness of the Braums ice cream, but sometimes the stupid stuff you do is just about the experience. After a few phone calls to my new fiancĂ©e, Jack (we’d just gotten engaged two weeks before), we had an address and store hours for the Corsicana Braums and were on our way.

The employees were rude, the store was dirty, and they were not happy that we walked in right before they closed, but the ice cream made all of that okay. Maybe ice cream just tastes better when you drive four hours to get it; I’m not sure.

On the way home, we were discussing the fact that Jack was totally paranoid about me losing my new engagement ring. He hated it when I took it off for any reason, and I did play with it often, which made him very nervous. A guy spends a couple thousand on a tiny object that could fall down any number of drains or holes at any moment, and for some reason he’s a basket-case about it. Go figure.

I looked at the clock. It was past midnight and we were almost back to College Station.

“You know,” I thought out loud to Brittany, “it’s April Fool’s Day now, and we could probably play a little prank on Jack…” Brittany and I agreed that this was a marvelous idea and I dialed his number.

“Hey, are you back yet?” he answered, a little annoyed that we went in the first place, being Mr. Practical.

“Well, not exactly,” I stammered. “We’re actually on our way back to Corsicana right now.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Well, I think I left my engagement ring at Braums. They were closing when we left but we’re hoping that someone will be there to open the doors so we can look for it.”

Jack is silent. Brittany is giggling and trying not to make any noise. Finally, he speaks.

“Are you serious?” he asks, in a low monotone.

“Um, yeah,” I answered, obviously not knowing when to stop. “But I think we’ll find it. It might not be a big deal.”

Another pause, then anger.

“Well, WHY DID YOU TAKE IT OFF!?” he asked, his voice rising.

“Well,” I said “I was just showing Brittany, and… um… okay. I was just kidding. April Fools!”


“That wasn’t funny,” he said.

After many apologies, I hung up the phone and Brittany and I decided that I may or may not still be getting married the next spring (he still married me). He laughs about it now, but I think that little practical joke pretty much ended the April Fools Day tradition for us.