My brother, Ben, called last night to discuss his wedding nuptials.
“Hey, Sarah, I think I finally figured out when I should get married.”
“Um, never? Because that’s good for me.”
“No… April Fools’ Day. This way if I get cold feet and want to back out I can and call it an elaborate joke.”
“That’s actually a really good idea, and I’m obviously going to steal the idea for myself.”
It matters not that neither of us are in a relationship. It’s just good planning if you ask me.