Today is April Fools Day, at least for another 23 minutes it is. There was only one story I fell for, which was that Tuukka Rask was having surgery on his brain and would miss the rest of the season. For some reason I fell for it and at the end I felt like an idiot.
My husband and I decided not to do any April Fools pranks on each other. I think I prefer it that way. It was a relatively low key day. I started out by going to my first DBT Group Therapy session. It was good so I told the psychologist that runs it I would be back. Every Wednesday morning I have to be up at the crack of dawn, but that's okay. I should be getting up early anyway.
After the group therapy I waited outside for my ride. Usually they're not more than a few minutes late. So I called the transportation office after waiting for a little while and they told me that the driver who was supposed to pick me up got a flat tire. It would be another 30 minutes. 30 minutes pass and I call back. I am reassured it will only be another 20 minutes. 35 minutes after that another driver shows up to take me home. Ugh.
I cuddled with Oreo tonight. She's so sweet. She lay on top of the cushy comforter and purred, and would stretch and yawn. I love my piggies.
The Bruins are going to need a miracle to hang onto the Wildcard spot for the Playoffs. Ottawa's been hot the last month, and they're itching to take back the slot.
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