Hi there, guys and dolls! Another special day is upon us. Yours truly doesn’t believe what anyone says til afternoon. Heck, why bother to get up before noon today? Snore away, dear friends.

Another take no guff gal I know is April. She’s one smart tough cookie. She works in my office. Actually, I think secretly she runs the place. Keeps the boys in acquisitions in line, anyhoo.

How savvy is that gal anyway, you say? Well, she didn’t fall for the spaghetti grows on trees like most of us did. What did we know about the mysteries of fine foreign cuisine? Chef Boyardee and Franco American kept us in the sauce for many a meal. Don’t know what that is? Well, brainiacs with your high falutin computers, look it up.

That April, she went straight to her source for all knowledge, her Italian Nonna, who got her set straight on all the fine things in life. Now she makes a mean lasagna for us, too, no trees involved.

Not that this doesn’t stop all the manboys in the office from trying to pull a fast one on her, oh no. They see it as a challenge. The one upmanship is fierce. Dave from accounting with be sure to have a whoopie cushion or two that April is sure to locate before she places her fine keester on any seat. Kevin from advertising is bound to place at least one hairy giant spider in at least one of her desk drawers. No dice, big fella. Bob from the mail room has at least one envelope of sneezing powder with her name on it. That one’s easy, she’ll just return to sender, he’s not that bright.

Of course, April’s not one to let the day pass without her own joy. You know that buzzer that Jim the junior exec tried to pass off to her when he asked her out for a dinner date? Well, he’s the one who got the shock when she said yes. But that’s nothing compared to the surprise he’ll get later when he tries a little over the sweater action.

April’s always happy to remove and hand over her falsies to the fresh ones. She’s no fool as she’s laughing the last laugh all the way home.

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.

Toodles, Barbara Jean