Okay, so most of you picked up on the joke …

Yesterday I posted a faux blog post in which I waxed pseudo-poetic about meeting someone (TDH – Urban Dictionary definition 1, 4 and 6) and falling instantly, madly in love.

The first letter of each line spelled out “Happy April Fools Day”.

Have to tell you, I really enjoyed the reactions from you all … both public and private.

One reader / blogger posted the comment “Well played, luv, well played.” So I checked out his blog. His post today made me chuckle, so I thought I’d share here:

“Forgive my absence, I have been suffering with a severe case of optorectolitis (the nerves of the anus attach themselves to the optic nerves and it gives you a shitty outlook.”

Made me laugh. willard

But the story I saw from all of it yesterday that made me smile was this story saying that Willard Scott was married yesterday on April Fool’s Day. At age 80.

I don’t know where or how he met her, but it proves that love can happen and mature at any age. It reminded me of my own Grandma who remarried at age 70 or so after many years of widowhood.

And in an unrelated story, yesterday was also the 24th anniversary of the finalization of my divorce.