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| Photo by Stephanie Hofschlager, www.djk.deon |
For long time readers this is a repeat story:
As some of you may know, my husband Tom (Mr. Fix-It) loves games and especially likes to play a good April Fools prank.
I have gotten use to this over the years
and every April Fools day I tread very cautiously so that he can’t be
successful in fooling me again.
One year Tom woke me up at the
crack of dawn on April Fools Day and said that his big toe was killing
him. He told me that it had started to bother him the day before and was
throbbing so horribly throughout the night that he couldn’t sleep.
“Maybe you have an ingrown toe nail honey,” I responded, half asleep. “Maybe you should see the doctor today.”
Tom agreed that this was a good idea.
During the day I called his cell phone to
check in to see how he was doing and if he had seen the doctor. He
didn’t call back. I tried him again awhile later. Still he didn’t call.
At dinnertime I was in the kitchen cooking.
The kids were busy making chocolate chip cookies for dessert. Tom was
running late but finally we heard him at the back door. He came limping
into the kitchen with the look of horrible pain on his face. On his
right foot was a white plastic grocery bag. You could see blood on the
inside of the bag.
“Oh my god what happened?” I asked very concerned.
“The doctor had to take my whole toenail off,” Tom winced.
“And then he put your foot in a GROCERY BAG ??? I exclaimed. “Is there even a band-aid on your toe?” I asked very concerned.
“No,” said Tom, “It was so late in the day
that they were rushing to close the doctor’s office and told me to just
put a band-aid on it when I got home.”
“Are you KIDDING ME?” I yelled. “This is HORRIBLE! We are never going back to that doctor again!”
I told him to sit down in the other room and went to get him some aspirin for the pain.
“Let me see your toe,” I said returning with the aspirin.
Tom removed his bloody foot from the bloody
bag. I inspected it. “Oh my god-I hate to tell you this- but your
toenail is still on there Tom…”
“No it isn’t. You just can’t see under all the blood,” he replied.
At this our younger daughter yelled from the kitchen “Nice April Fools joke Dad!!!”
I shot back “ This is serious!!! Dad is in PAIN. This is NOT an April Fools joke!”
At this Tom limped into the kitchen and
stuck his foot into the kitchen sink to wash the blood off. Our kids,
still skeptical, and horrified by his actions, hastily moved the chocolate chips cookies out of the way that were cooling next to the sink.
At which point Tom started laughing and said “Happy April Fools you guys!”
Realizing that I had been taken ONCE again, I hit Tom over the head with the kitchen towel and very slowly, finally started to laugh.
Tom hadn’t stopped at the doctor on his way
home. He had stopped at the local pizzeria and asked for a white
plastic grocery bag and several packets of ketchup :-)
And for a bit more humor this week:
How many of us can relate to this?
Omg.
