A little back story – recently the wife and I purchased a new house. We upgraded from a townhouse to a single family home out of spatial necessity. We settled on the new house in late March and were slated to move in around the first of April. Once the devious portion of my mind realized the timing of these events it simply said to me, “Well, you know what this means, don’t you?” And I did. I instantly realized not only what I could do, but what I HAD to do.

So, we settled on the new house and packed up our things and moved in…and never told a single soul. Nobody knew we had moved. No one. And then, after our things were unpacked we phoned some friends and invited them over for a normal evening of homemade pizza and chilled bottles of Riesling and Pinot Gris. ***On a wholly separate note it should be mentioned that I make the best damned homemade pizza in the country. (Step off son, your Boboli dough and Prego sauce can’t hold a candle to my homemade ale-batter crust and tomato sauce made with vine ripened and sun dried tomatoes, sautéed with caramelized onion, fresh basil and Cabernet Sauvignon!!!) But I digress.

Anyway, since nobody knew we had moved, once they arrived at our old house they found nothing more than an empty building and a sign that read, “April Fools Suckers!!!” Below which was a brief explanation that they were the victims of the greatest April Fools joke of all time. On a separate piece of paper I added a cute little puzzle involving a series of scavenger hunt type clues for them to find our new house.

The end result was that every single stinkin’ one of them never knew a thing and were completely shocked by my devious hoax. HAHAHAHA!!! I laugh last!! I laugh last!! SUCKERS!!!!

So, that’s my prank. It was well worth a couple months of anxious silence and well choreographed maneuvering. The only problem is figuring out how to outdo myself next year.