April 1st 2006.

Hi folks, it’s April 1^st here in Oz, I realize our time is a bit ahead of other parts
of the world, but figured you would be able to apply your own time to this post
and read it as though it is “April fools day” right now.

If my spies have given me the correct information there are no fewer than three
birthdays to celebrate today;

“Bornfool” celebrates his 43^rd today, he is so proud of his birth date that he
adapted his blog title to suit it, Happy birthday Tom.

Next on the list we have “mreddie” can’t quote you an age for Eddie but the
rumor has it that he is over 21. Happy birthday Eddie.

Last, but by no means least “Junie Rose’s” husband Charles also celebrates
his birthday, Happy birthday Charles.

While I’m feeling benevolent, I would like to welcome “Jacqui” to the blogging
ranks, Jacqui had the VERY dubious honour of being my first wife and the
mother of my/our four children, thank you for that Jacqui.

I am a little hesitant to ask you to pop over and say hi, because you all
responded so wonderfully when daughter Vicki’s site was launched we are still
hopeful that Vicki will be able to blog sometime soon.

So I will leave it up to you whether you visit Jacqui.

Dateline; your town April 1

Defense Attorney: Will you please state your age?

Little Old Lady: I am 86 years old.

Defense Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what
happened the night of April 1st?

Little Old Lady: There I was, sitting there in my swing on
my front porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man
comes creeping up on the porch and sat down beside me.

Defense Attorney: Did you know him?

Little Old Lady: No, but he sure was friendly.

Defense Attorney: What happened after he sat down?

Little Old Lady: He started to rub my thigh.

Defense Attorney: Did you stop him?

Little Old Lady: No, I didn't stop him.

Defense Attorney: Why not?

Little Old Lady: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my
Abner died some 30 years ago.

Defense Attorney: What happened next?

Little Old Lady: He began to rub my breasts.

Defense Attorney: Did you stop him then?

Little Old Lady: No, I did not stop him.

Defense Attorney: Why not?

Little Old Lady: His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited.
I haven’t felt that good in years!

Defense Attorney: What happened next?

Little Old Lady: Well, by then, I was feeling really "spicy" that
I just laid down and told him "Take me, young man. Take me!"

Defense Attorney: Did he take you?

Little Old Lady: Hell, no! He just yelled, "April Fool!"

And that's when I shot him, the little bastard!