So yesterday was April Fools Day. And, for the first time in my semi adult life, I’ve been in a work situation condusive to the occasion.
I dug around home and finally located my box of fake spills.
(wha? doesn’t everyone have one?)
took 'em in, and loaned them out. There was poor Jane who was freaked by the ice cream across the cassette tapes, and Terry who got bit by the Pepsi across the contracts. And poor Rob, the new guy who really had just spilled his coffee, and while he was running off to get paper towels, we put the fake coffe spill over the VCR tape in his cube.
ah yes, fun time had by all.
But the bestest thing about finding my treasured box o’ spills, was 'cause also inside was my Tiara.
Every woman should have one. Mine is subtle (only about 4 inches tall), lovely rhinestones, in an intricate heart/swirly pattern.
So, I thought, why the hell not. and wore it today.
Absolutely every single person walking by my cube did a double take, then, realized that it was me (who else). I told them “I got a promotion, you heard the queen mum died, didnt’ you?”
Guess I ran out of ‘seriousness’ pretty damned early this week.