Sitting at the bar, wearing a wig, winking at (mostly male) co-workers and saying, “Hey sailor. Buy me a drink?”
Many people bought me drinks.
Our CEO kissed me on the cheek.
While he was also wearing a wig.
There are, apparently quite a few photos of this on a number of people’s phones.
Nights like last night my dear friends, are why you have strict privacy controls on Facebook.
*It’s not official at work quite yet. Or rather, it hasn’t been announced yet.
But: We’re moving to Salt Lake City in July.
OHAI, UTAH (SOON)!
They will inevitably class up the joint, I’m sure.
The 11YO is currently at Disneyland with a friend and her family and she texted me the following:
Daddy! We were on a ride and my foot got stuck and I broke it. We’re riding home now…
So I (naturally) move into “Momma Bear Freak Out” mode and start calling her, but she doesn’t answer her phone. I call the ex and she got the same text so now we’re both in “WHAT IS GOING ON?” mode as neither of us can get ahold of her.
Then she texts us:
So. Not. Funny.
Not even a little.
After I calmed down I texted back:
You are out of the will now.
And you were adopted.
Yeah, not a fan of April Fools’ Day at the moment.