If your post was any other day of the year-----I'd be looking for one! Happy April Fools Day! Caroline

A-Hem. Well...since you asked.... *grin*.... A VERY long time ago- about, oh, 18 years or so - I was at a slumber party with a couple of friends. We were roasting marshmallows on a bonfire, out in the front yard. And, since this was out in the sticks (and I mean...WAY out in the sticks, the closest neighbor was 5 miles away, and the closest neighbor to THEM was 5 miles away......ANYHOO....pardon, too many brownies, My mind tends to wander....) SOOOO....this was out in the sticks, and there were chickens running around in the yard. Poor, helpless, defenseless chickens. Lots and lots of chickens. So there we were, using old wire coat hangers (unfolded, of course) to roast marshmallows. Then, the unthinkable, un-avoidable, and totally a waste of good marshmallow happens. My marshmallow caught fire. And I don't mean *fire*. I mean....FLAMING, INCINERATING, little-ball-of-DEATH type fire. Yay. Naturally, I'm calm and collected....while the other girls are screaming their fool heads off. "YOUR MARSHMALLOW'S ON FIRE! YOUR MARSHMALLOW'S ON FIRE!!!!" Yeah, duh..... So, I react in an appropriate manner, of course. I start waving the coat hanger/marshmallow fire ball in the air, hoping to fan out the fire. Next thing I know, the marshmallow goes flying off the end of the wire, whizzing through the air.....ZOOOOMMMM!!!!...... And smacks a poor chicken RIGHT ON THE NOGGIN. Still flaming, with marshmallow-ey goo going everywhere, the poor chicken runs around bock-bocking all over the place. We all run for the water hose, and put the chicken out... But she didn't make it. :O( Guess what we had for supper the next night? Yep, roasted chicken!

a few years ago, while I was president for the local bike club, our monthly meeting fell on my birthday/April Fools Day. I showed up with a soft collar, like you wear if you have whip lash. Told everyone I was in an accident. At the end of the meeting, while I was up front, I reached back, and took my collar off, and tossed it to the members, and said, April Fools. It was a hoot. Yesterday, I had my hair colored. This morning, while serving breakfast at the school, it was truly fun to see the kids reaction. Not so speak of my boss. She just had to look away.. cause she cracked up when she looked at me. I am having a BLAST with this hair, and can't wait, till my girls see it. One comes later today, the other tomorrow. Moni

Loving these peachy replies. Ok, the picture, Sue, yes. But can we add a cowboy hat on him somehow? To tie in with the room? Wait, wait. What if: I relocate the western decor and have a Fruit Office instead? We are kind of bananas here. My husband won't care, because I'm the apple of his eye. Orange you hoping I'm done with puns now? Sue's idea will be the cherry on the sundae of my new room. Isn't it grape? I could have this matted and framed, too. Lettuce us all think about it--