April Fools

Yesterday as I was dressing for my morning doctor’s appointment, Patrick screeched my name from the front room.  "JESUS, Gill, you gotta see this!  Holy COW!"  "What, what??" I say, totally excited to see something that would make my mild-mannered husband EXCLAIM in ALL CAPITALS to me before 9 in the morning.  "OH MY GOD, it’s like a MOUNTAIN LION or something, some kind of big cat, it’s just walking around the lawn across the street.  Look!!"  I hopped into the front room, awkwardly wrestling my clothes on so I could catch sight of this magnificent mountain lion strolling the streets of suburban North Carolina.  As I eagerly peered through the blinds, Patrick closed his eyes for a brief moment, with an expression that said "How can someone so smart . . ."  "April Fools" he said dryly, taking a nonchalant sip from his steaming coffee cup, and I gave him my best "You motherf-er" glare before slinking back into the back bedroom.  Five minutes later, I said "Hey Patrick."  "Yeah?"  "I’m going into labor.  Haha.  April Fools."  "You really got me, there," he said.  "Yeah.  I’m good."