Last night Eric told me I didn’t have to put toothpaste on my brush this morning. He would do me a favor and do it for me. On 1 April? I am not too suspicious.
I started the day by papering Eric’s bedroom door. He was glad that he got pranked.
We held our standard April Fools Day Dinner: crazy clothing, eating courses in reverse order, using bowls and kitchen utensils to slurp puddings and spaghetti. Everyone was a good sport about participating.