Today is February 29th – Leap Year Day. I found out here that this February began and ends on a Friday, and that the next time this will happen is 2036. I’ll be 67 years old in 2036. I wonder if I’ll remember about the Friday to Friday thing.
Anyway, as a member of Blog 365, I’m not actually supposed to be blogging today. They decided that Leap Year Day would be the only day off from the all-year blogging thing. I get that – we have an extra day in the year so, technically, we have 366 days in this year and they didn’t call it Blog 366, now, did they?
I like to occasionally blaze my own trail, however, and I’m blogging today not because I feel the need to break Blog 365’s rules (they even sent out an email saying “no blogging about not blogging”), but because I’ve been blogging every day since NaBloPoMo 2006. I missed St. Patrick’s Day last year – I’ve no idea why, I just spaced it – but I’ve posted something every day (with that one exception) since November ’06. I’m on a roll, People, and I don’t want to stop.
The thing is, I’ve got nothing particularly pressing to talk about today. It’s a lovely afternoon, the last we’re likely to have for a few days as the weather people are predicting a foot of snow for my neighborhood between tonight and tomorrow afternoon:
Mr. Chili went to work this morning but took the afternoon off. He is outside right now fussing with the snowblower and I’m encouraging the girls to get ready to head out to lunch (we’ve agreed to have McD’s for lunch (I know, I know) and to run a couple of errands while we’re out). Later, before the snow starts, we’re headed to Bowyer and Tonks’ neighborhood. We’ll do a little bowling and have a little dinner, then we’ll come back home and hunker down. I’ve rented Gone Baby Gone for Mr. Chili and I to watch sometime this weekend, and I’ve got to finish grading my compositions class’s (abysmal) research papers.
Oh, and gear up, Everyone; I’m going to start posting my YNG homework this weekend; we’ve got a killer test coming up about the musculature of the hip and thigh, and I’m going to have to start working my way through it NOW so I have a prayer of passing the exam next month. I’m taking you all with me (insert evil laughter here…).
Speaking of which, I leave you with this. I’m pretty sure I’ve posted this before, but it really bears a repeat performance. I had the privilege of seeing these gentlemen perform live while we were in Las Vegas for Dudley and Squeaky’s wedding last year. Mr. Chili and I were griping about the price of Cirque tickets until we saw these two walk on stage; I’d have paid what we paid just to see them.
Happy Friday, Everyone!