April Fooled......again....

Today is the 26th year that my husband has gotten me with the same old April Fool's prank. All it takes is just one good prank for me....you can use it over and over...as long as you play to my habits. Rodney always rubber bands the spray attachment at the kitchen sink open because he knows that the first thing I do every morning is wash my hands at the kitchen sink. He sets up the spray attachment to hit me with water right around my face or shoulder area....it rarely misses. Last year my routine changed slightly. I would go to the computer, check my email, THEN go wash my hands in the kitchen sink and proceed to have my coffee with honey. AhHA! I saw on an email that it was April Fool's Day! Well, he wouldn't get me this year...this year I KNEW what was coming. Then I got a phone call or something that distracted me. Guess what I did when I got through...yep...you guessed it - I turned on the water at the kitchen sink to wash my hands. *sigh* Ok...it gets better. I was so angry at myself; I jerked my soaked shirt off and threw it into the dryer, mumbling about my ridiculous husband, washed my hands in the bathroom while I was back there, then proceeded to drink my coffee and honey. Stupid husband. In the meantime, I was hurrying my kids out the door. My friend, Trish, had come to pick them up for a class; her son, Dallas, was talking to me as I was rushing the girls and getting myself ready to go out the door for work. Oh yeah.... I better fill up my water bottle so I'll drink water at work today....and.....splash...yep....my shirt was soaked again. I had failed to take the rubber band off the spray attachment. Two hits with one prank. Dallas hit the floor laughing so hard. I didn't even have time to dry my shirt; I had to change outfits. WHY?! How could I BE so absentminded.

OK...fast forward to today...April Fool's 2009. New house, new traditions. He was NOT going to get me today. I remembered the night before. I went down while he was still in the shower and REMOVED the band (he had changed to a easy velcro strip this year). I proceeded to gloat while I drank the morning coffee with him. Then he took the trash to the road while I went upstairs to brush my teeth. When I came down he told me to replace the kitchen trash liner and he'd see me tonight. We kissed and he left. I replaced the trash liner then....of course....went to wash my hands in the kitchen sink...where he had...of course...replaced the velcro strip. Luckily my current work uniform is a nifty polyester shirt that I easily brushed the water off of as I took his name in vain and stamped out the door for work. Just wait till next year....27 years is the charm.