April Fools is nearly over...

...and I've yet to come up with anything fun to pull on you fine folk. I am not pregnant, did not decide to join the circus, haven't tried Rocky Mountain oysters and won't opt to dye my hair black.

In lieu of prankery, two things happened today I WISH I was joking about:

1) my brakes went out on the way to dropping the kids at school -- metal on metal, barely able to stop, OUT. In addition to meeting with the accountant regarding the misery that are our taxes, I had to spend the morning at the mechanics. Fortunately, the kids weren't with me and they had an enormous bowl of candy. Unfortunately, there was a woman watching a ridiculous soap that could not be dissuaded from it and they only had Sports Illustrated to read. I've never been so fascinated by my toes.

and

2) after demanding in her subtle way to be disrobed (pulling on clothes/diaper, screaming with gusto), Littlest pooped all over the patio -- and by all over, I mean ALL OVER. Piles and dribbles everywhere. You're welcome for the mental image. Fortunately, it wasn't on the carpet and I was in relatively good humor. Unfortunately, she got it all over herself and a pair of shoes; and although I used a thick plastic bag and have washed them three times since, my hands still have the faintest stench of poo.