April 3, 2003 11:32 PM

I loved Casey's subtly ironic April Fools frolic.

And of course, Min Jung, that naughty Jesuit fetishist, had everyone convinced her life was falling apart.

I didn't stage any April Fools jokes myself, but two struck close to home.

First, my husband called me, very excited, and said he'd gotten a new job.

In Australia.

He half-way got me. I told him I would have totally fallen for it . . . if he didn't make up stuff like that all the time. As he said, "It's April Fool's Day every day at our house!"

Usually, the made-up stuff is a little more obvious, though. Like when he says, "Honey?"

"What?"

"The Martians are here."

"Oh."

"They want to talk to you."

"Mmmm."

"Don't you want to talk to the Martians?"

"No."

"But they need to talk to you."

"Tell them to go to hell."

And then there's our fake dog. Every so often, my husband asks, "Where's the puppy? Honey, did you walk the puppy today? Does the puppy need to be fed?"

But of course, we have no puppy.

Lately, there's been a hamster as well. "Honey? I can't find the hamster. Do you know where the hamster is?"

What can I say? Things never get boring.

The second April Fools joke was the incredibly well-engineered "firing" of local DJ's Sarah and No Name from the Radio Alice morning show.

Back when I lived in the suburbs and drove to work, I listened to this morning show all the time. When my husband first heard them, he turned up his nose and said they were nothing but "dirty potty mouths." (I failed to see anything wrong with this.)

Now that he drives to work, he has become addicted to them. They're the only thing that can keep him awake on those mornings where he has to hit the road at 6:15am. So the day before April Fool's day, when Sarah and No Name disappeared after a long week of publicly criticizing their management, he called me, distraught. He totally fell for it, and was furious with "faceless conservative corporate radio management." He was ready to stage a revolution.

But of course, by the end of the April 1st show with the "replacement" DJ's, it was revealed that it was all an elaborately executed charade. Long Live Sarah and No Name!!

It's funny, all that time I listened to them, I never went to their website to see pictures of them . . .

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