What’s the date today?

I was overjoyed to see Steve this morning. We’d had to miss last week, as the poor man developed a staph infection on his face, on the upper part of his left cheek. It was actually quite serious — at first, his doctor thought he might have to have surgery on it, because it was so big. I’ll spare you all the gruesome details, but he had to have it incised, twice, and was put on two different antibiotics. He was also told to stay away from people, because he was highly contagious.

But, although it’s still healing, he was given the green light to see me. 🙂 Mercifully, it was bandaged. I couldn’t handle seeing what is basically a hole in his face.

So we spent about an hour catching up, chatting away. Then he asked, “Are you ready?”

I was snuggled up against him, and looked into his face. “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure,” he said.

“Would you mind if we didn’t play today? I’m really not up for it.” My voice was quiet, my expression serious.

If he was disappointed or upset, he hid it well. “Really? Sure, whatever you want. How come? Are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m all right. I’m just not feeling like it. I don’t know why…”

He looked concerned. “Are you sure you’re all right? Is something wrong?”

I shook my head, gave him a sad look. After a pause, I said, “Can I ask you another question?”

“Of course.”

“What’s the date today?”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “Uh… April 1?” When I kept giving him that same puppy-dog look, he added, “Did I miss something?”

Absolutely freaking clueless.

I figured he’d had enough, and I burst out laughing. “APRIL FOOL!!”

“You brat!” he blurted. “You totally had me going!” I don’t know how I kept a straight face — I guess I’m a pretty good actress after all. 🙂

I don’t really like pranks and tricks all that much. At first I thought I’d hide all the implements, tell him I got rid of them, but after thinking about it, it seemed like a bit much. This was just for a quick minute of fun.

Oh, he got me back. But it was totally worth it.

(Hey, look, a Cane-iac endorsement!)

Not only did he write on me, but he bit me, the beast. Here he is gleefully pointing it out.

Ah well. Like I said, it was completely worth it, and I was left feeling quite happy, the happiest I’ve been in weeks. See?

Thank you, my top. I love you, and that’s no April Foolery!

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