February 29, 2004

A day for feelin' froggy

Well, this is the 12th one since the day of my birth, and the first in 8 years, so those of ya'll that were lucky enough to have been born on February 29th, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I do know it has been quite awhile since you got to celebrate, but just remember, even though your birthdays come few and far between, the world throws a party near* ever' year you have one. All the countries gather together their biggest, fastest and strongest performance enhanced and genetically modified specimens to compete against each other in a contest for metal medallions and braggin' rights. As usual, I shall be pullin' for Zimbabwe to take the gold in basketweavin'. This year the celebration is to be held in Greece, where the damn party and leap year originated.** However, this may be the first time the Olympics have been hosted by Greece that Troy, Mesopotamia and Persia did not field teams.***

Today was also supposed to be a very very special day for me. I had intended today to be my weddin' day. I mean, I am so addle-pated, I figured if I got married on a day that comes around only once in four years, I can only forget my anniversary once every four years. Like I said, I might be an idiot, but I ain't an uneducated idiot. All the plans were made. I was all ready to get the ceremony done. I had decided Carrot Top could conduct the ceremony. I had heard that he is an ordained minister of the Church of Dial Down the Middle of North America. However, it does seem that my people could not coordinate the event with her people. In fact, it seems that my people did not contact her people at all. In actually, I believe my people do not possess a clue as how to contact her people. I guess I shall just have to continue to worship my true love from afar and ain't that a cryin' shame. I hope you win that Oscar tonight, sweetie. Whatever you wear will be fine, honey, as you are gonna be the best lookin' woman in attendance.****

Old Man Wind also seems to be a bit confused about this leap year business. He is under the impression that March has arrived and roared in like a lion this mornin'. His wife, the Rain Mistress, is even more confused. She thinks it is April and was providin' spring showers. Me, I'll just continue to believe it is December and go check the mail for Christmas cards. ttffn

*There is that thing about it not happenin' on years endin' with double naughts. I suppose such years are just too naughty for leap years.

**This may not be a fact, as I did not research such and don't really forkin' care ... it was just somethin' to say, OK?

***See footnote **

****If you don't know who she is, if you are fertile and wantin' to have my baby, it might be you or it might be Renee Zellweger.*****

*****Uh, she inferred that you be female ... I just remembered some of my readers****** ain't as smart as me and I have to spell things out for them.*******

******Does one count as some?

*******See footnote **

Posted by notGeorge at February 29, 2004 08:22 AM

...it's your Birthday...?


Posted by: Denita TwoDragons at February 29, 2004 05:09 PM

No, and after rereadin' the beginnin' of the post, I might see why there was some confusion. I was born in 1955, which was not a leap year. 1956, of course, was a leap year. Sorry.

Posted by: Tiger at February 29, 2004 05:22 PM

No prob, Tig. I was confused, and I would have felt like a Grade-A, Corn-Fed, USDA-Prime Heel if I'd forgotten it..!


Posted by: Denita TwoDragons at February 29, 2004 08:23 PM