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This Post Was Supposed to Be About April Fools’, But It Sorta Turned into a Post About How Sucky St. Patrick’s Day Is.

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April 1, 2009

I’m not really into April Fools’ Day. It’s like one of those non-holidays like St. Patrick’s Day. Saint Patrick’s Day is the worst. Especially when I was in elementary school. I remember scurrying around for something green. But because I was a budding fashionista, I learned early that green was not my color, so I never owned any green clothing. Which meant I had two options: I could either go to school wearing my brother’s green work-out shorts, or risk getting pinched. I would always choose the latter, and  by the end of the day I’d be surly and a little inflamed because of all the pinching. Oh, and one St. Patrick’s Day I was in kindergarden or first grade, and my dad packed my lunch, which meant I wasn’t so surprised when I got a handful of non-dairy creamer cups, 3 ketchup packets, and a tupperware container filled with applesauce with green food coloring. When I pulled out the applesauce I was horrified. Because applesauce isn’t supposed to be green! Gross! I tried to hide it from my friends, but they all saw it and made fun of me for the rest of the day for having green applesauce.  

And now I’m all upset right now because I just rehashed all of those sucky St. Patrick’s Day memories. So in an effort to not be surly and inflamed all day I’m not going to play into this whole April Fools’ Day madness and make up a fake post about how I found out that my husband was really my second cousin and our dog has been chosen to fly to the moon as the first pug astronaut. Because that’s just silly.  Plus, you guys are so smart, you’d never believe that my pug would  be the first- space-astronaut-dog. She’s already “big-boned” and wouldn’t be caught dead in a fluffy, puffy, pack-on-20-extra-pounds-astronaut suit. Geez.