At the dawn of this glorious April Fool Day (yesterday actually), I had hopes that some fruity court jester would barge into the house and declare Spouse's broken feet (and inability to walk for three months) a joke.
Alas the jester did not come. But broken feet or not, we're having April Fools Day! (As an aside, is it April Fool's, Fools' or Fools?)
The origin of April Fools day is obscure. One theory is the adoption of the Gregorian calendar in 1582. The Gregorian calendar changed the beginning of the new year from April 1 to January 1. Those who rebelled against the new calendar still celebrated the new year on April 1 and were considered "April Fools".
Most of the western world observes April 1st as a day of practical jokes and pranks. They call it "Hunting The Gawk" in Scotland and the French refer to the day as "Poisson d'Avril" or April Fish. The French would celebrate the day by sending dead fishes to friends, enemies and the like. Those eco-friendly-save-the-planet-and-animals people have ruined all the fun so tricksters now attach paper fishes to the backs of said friends, enemies and the like.
Our April Fools Day began with backward clothing and a ham/ice cream sandwich for breakfast. And the Finale? A Jeff Gordonesque attack on Vera and Stu's home. Think of it. Hundreds of that red-neck Jeff Gordon in every room. Frightening.
"April 1st: This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three-hundred and sixty-four." - Mark Twain