Happy April Fools. The trickster gods rejoice. Karma Incorporated's favorite holiday. I was trying to think of some clever false blog I could post, as seems to be internet tradition. The best I could think of is confessing that I finally got a call from my biological parents, and it turns out I'm the secret love child of Norman Rockwell and Siouxsie Sioux. Yeah, that's dumb. Someday, I'll find out who my real parents are. In the meantime, Norman Rockwell died in 1978, and I doubt he could've fathered me at the age of 83. Sorry ya'll. I'm April Fool-less. Next year. Something good next year.
Here's something I did want to share. What is with this library poster?! Doesn't it imply that libraries will lure small children to a watery death?
