Today is a rare day.
A “Brigadoon” day.
The twenty-ninth of February appears every four years, and then disappears into the mists until another four years pass. It is also called a Leap Year, because — hmm. Got me.
Still, people born on this day are younger than people born the year before.
It is also Sadie Hawkins Day, the great cartoonist Al Capp’s invention. Women are supposed to be able to propose to men on this one rare day. But the actual event is a race held on Sadie Hawkin’s Day in Dogpatch (and on some college campuses) in which the males get a head start. The females race after them and any man they catch must marry them. The concept was eagerly accepted when it was invented, because it was funny, and the first female empowerment holiday – even though Sadie’s looks leave much to be desired. Actually, that was the point. They weren’t desired.
From the vantage point of time, Sadie Hawkins Day seems kind of anti-feminist.
Is it? What do you hink?
You’d think, if they had to stick an extra day in somewhere, they’d put it on the end of June or October: beautiful months we could use more of.
But February? Here in the East, it’s cold and snow/rainy and gray.
I think we should slice the whole thing up and tack the bits onto brighter, happier months.
But who am I?
A Historical romance writer.
And what has this to do with Romance? Nothing, I hope. Women should be able to take the initiative in deciding who they choose to marry more then only once every quartet of years. And they shouldn’t have to look like sexy paper dolls or use nets and traps to catch those husbands.
As you can see, I’m not a great fan of Februay 29th.
But it was a great day for me this year!
I had a deadline I kept missing due to the most aggravating clutch of mishaps ever to come in a row. Everything from toilets rebelling, exploding sewer lines, hideous flu and the consequences, family nonsenses, and, etc., etc., etc.
… And then, would you believe it? I got the proofs for HIS DARK AND DANGEROUS WAYS, my book coming out from AVON in June. I had to put down the manuscript I was working on and correct the proofs before I could meet my deadline.
Then, done with that, I was printing up the finally finished MS for this long delayed book – and my ink cartridge ran dry, sending me out ranging through the wilderness to find another.
But I had an extra day to finish and send it in.
I done it. And it will get there in the nick of time, on deadline! (Barring blizzards, natural disasters, and a general strike by UPS workers, of course.)
Because of Leap Year.
Hoorah for the twenty-ninth of February!
Now, the other question for you, dear readers –
Since it’s a day out of time and joint – just think.
If you had a whole extra day – a day off the record – a day that didn’t count – a day just for yourself, what would you do with it?
Do tell. I’d love to know.
I would stay home from school and play with my dolls. And pet the cat. And eat candy. And read books. I would not wear any shoes and I would not make my bed. WHAT A GREAT PLAN!!!
I would stay home from school and play with my dolls. And pet the cat. And eat candy. And read books. I would not wear any shoes and I would not make my bed. WHAT A GREAT PLAN!!!
I would stay home from school and play with my dolls. And pet the cat. And eat candy. And read books. I would not wear any shoes and I would not make my bed. WHAT A GREAT PLAN!!!
I would stay home from school and play with my dolls. And pet the cat. And eat candy. And read books. I would not wear any shoes and I would not make my bed. WHAT A GREAT PLAN!!!
I would stay home from school and play with my dolls. And pet the cat. And eat candy. And read books. I would not wear any shoes and I would not make my bed. WHAT A GREAT PLAN!!!
You have left the rules nicely flexible. Would the rest of the world be frozen solid, with only the free-day person able to move around? Or would the winner of this extraordinary prize (let us call her Ms. X) get a “Groundhog Day” type day, everybody else going about their business, but doomed to repeat the day without remembering it, while only Ms. X got to keep the experience? If it’s off the record, is it also without consequences, so that she could seduce whoever she liked without having to worry about disease or babies? Or murder her most dangerous enemy without leaving a trace behind? The trouble (or perhaps the saving grace) is, when the real timestream returned, the enemy would still be alive. Which would be extremely interesting. Would the would-be murderer experience a catharsis, or would she be appalled at herself?
But you asked what WE would do. Unfortunately, all my enemies are dead already, so I suppose I would simply have an extra Saturday, reading, eating whatever I wanted (the calories would not count, would they?), ignoring the dishes (they would all be clean again the next morning regardless) and certainly not doing any housework, because it would not stay done! I’m liking this idea very much! Of course, housework doesn’t actually “stay done” for long anyway, and anybody with a really VIVID imagination can disregard a few measley calories!
It’s an interesting question; I will no doubt go on thinking about it!
You have left the rules nicely flexible. Would the rest of the world be frozen solid, with only the free-day person able to move around? Or would the winner of this extraordinary prize (let us call her Ms. X) get a “Groundhog Day” type day, everybody else going about their business, but doomed to repeat the day without remembering it, while only Ms. X got to keep the experience? If it’s off the record, is it also without consequences, so that she could seduce whoever she liked without having to worry about disease or babies? Or murder her most dangerous enemy without leaving a trace behind? The trouble (or perhaps the saving grace) is, when the real timestream returned, the enemy would still be alive. Which would be extremely interesting. Would the would-be murderer experience a catharsis, or would she be appalled at herself?
But you asked what WE would do. Unfortunately, all my enemies are dead already, so I suppose I would simply have an extra Saturday, reading, eating whatever I wanted (the calories would not count, would they?), ignoring the dishes (they would all be clean again the next morning regardless) and certainly not doing any housework, because it would not stay done! I’m liking this idea very much! Of course, housework doesn’t actually “stay done” for long anyway, and anybody with a really VIVID imagination can disregard a few measley calories!
It’s an interesting question; I will no doubt go on thinking about it!
You have left the rules nicely flexible. Would the rest of the world be frozen solid, with only the free-day person able to move around? Or would the winner of this extraordinary prize (let us call her Ms. X) get a “Groundhog Day” type day, everybody else going about their business, but doomed to repeat the day without remembering it, while only Ms. X got to keep the experience? If it’s off the record, is it also without consequences, so that she could seduce whoever she liked without having to worry about disease or babies? Or murder her most dangerous enemy without leaving a trace behind? The trouble (or perhaps the saving grace) is, when the real timestream returned, the enemy would still be alive. Which would be extremely interesting. Would the would-be murderer experience a catharsis, or would she be appalled at herself?
But you asked what WE would do. Unfortunately, all my enemies are dead already, so I suppose I would simply have an extra Saturday, reading, eating whatever I wanted (the calories would not count, would they?), ignoring the dishes (they would all be clean again the next morning regardless) and certainly not doing any housework, because it would not stay done! I’m liking this idea very much! Of course, housework doesn’t actually “stay done” for long anyway, and anybody with a really VIVID imagination can disregard a few measley calories!
It’s an interesting question; I will no doubt go on thinking about it!
You have left the rules nicely flexible. Would the rest of the world be frozen solid, with only the free-day person able to move around? Or would the winner of this extraordinary prize (let us call her Ms. X) get a “Groundhog Day” type day, everybody else going about their business, but doomed to repeat the day without remembering it, while only Ms. X got to keep the experience? If it’s off the record, is it also without consequences, so that she could seduce whoever she liked without having to worry about disease or babies? Or murder her most dangerous enemy without leaving a trace behind? The trouble (or perhaps the saving grace) is, when the real timestream returned, the enemy would still be alive. Which would be extremely interesting. Would the would-be murderer experience a catharsis, or would she be appalled at herself?
But you asked what WE would do. Unfortunately, all my enemies are dead already, so I suppose I would simply have an extra Saturday, reading, eating whatever I wanted (the calories would not count, would they?), ignoring the dishes (they would all be clean again the next morning regardless) and certainly not doing any housework, because it would not stay done! I’m liking this idea very much! Of course, housework doesn’t actually “stay done” for long anyway, and anybody with a really VIVID imagination can disregard a few measley calories!
It’s an interesting question; I will no doubt go on thinking about it!
You have left the rules nicely flexible. Would the rest of the world be frozen solid, with only the free-day person able to move around? Or would the winner of this extraordinary prize (let us call her Ms. X) get a “Groundhog Day” type day, everybody else going about their business, but doomed to repeat the day without remembering it, while only Ms. X got to keep the experience? If it’s off the record, is it also without consequences, so that she could seduce whoever she liked without having to worry about disease or babies? Or murder her most dangerous enemy without leaving a trace behind? The trouble (or perhaps the saving grace) is, when the real timestream returned, the enemy would still be alive. Which would be extremely interesting. Would the would-be murderer experience a catharsis, or would she be appalled at herself?
But you asked what WE would do. Unfortunately, all my enemies are dead already, so I suppose I would simply have an extra Saturday, reading, eating whatever I wanted (the calories would not count, would they?), ignoring the dishes (they would all be clean again the next morning regardless) and certainly not doing any housework, because it would not stay done! I’m liking this idea very much! Of course, housework doesn’t actually “stay done” for long anyway, and anybody with a really VIVID imagination can disregard a few measley calories!
It’s an interesting question; I will no doubt go on thinking about it!
Congrats on meeting your deadline, Edith!
We told our 3-year-old daughter last night that tomorrow would be Leap Day, and my husband asked her what she was going to do to celebrate it. She considered for a moment, then said, “I’m going to hop!” Hard to fault her logic.
Anyway, given a whole day out of time, I’d want to spend my 24 hours entirely by myself in a bed & breakfast somewhere on the spectacular rocky coasts we have here in the Northwest. I’d take some unread books by favorite authors, and all day I’d read and watch the surf crash against the rocks. Right now this over-scheduled introvert can’t imagine anything better than a whole day of peace and quiet in a beautiful setting, with books.
Congrats on meeting your deadline, Edith!
We told our 3-year-old daughter last night that tomorrow would be Leap Day, and my husband asked her what she was going to do to celebrate it. She considered for a moment, then said, “I’m going to hop!” Hard to fault her logic.
Anyway, given a whole day out of time, I’d want to spend my 24 hours entirely by myself in a bed & breakfast somewhere on the spectacular rocky coasts we have here in the Northwest. I’d take some unread books by favorite authors, and all day I’d read and watch the surf crash against the rocks. Right now this over-scheduled introvert can’t imagine anything better than a whole day of peace and quiet in a beautiful setting, with books.
Congrats on meeting your deadline, Edith!
We told our 3-year-old daughter last night that tomorrow would be Leap Day, and my husband asked her what she was going to do to celebrate it. She considered for a moment, then said, “I’m going to hop!” Hard to fault her logic.
Anyway, given a whole day out of time, I’d want to spend my 24 hours entirely by myself in a bed & breakfast somewhere on the spectacular rocky coasts we have here in the Northwest. I’d take some unread books by favorite authors, and all day I’d read and watch the surf crash against the rocks. Right now this over-scheduled introvert can’t imagine anything better than a whole day of peace and quiet in a beautiful setting, with books.
Congrats on meeting your deadline, Edith!
We told our 3-year-old daughter last night that tomorrow would be Leap Day, and my husband asked her what she was going to do to celebrate it. She considered for a moment, then said, “I’m going to hop!” Hard to fault her logic.
Anyway, given a whole day out of time, I’d want to spend my 24 hours entirely by myself in a bed & breakfast somewhere on the spectacular rocky coasts we have here in the Northwest. I’d take some unread books by favorite authors, and all day I’d read and watch the surf crash against the rocks. Right now this over-scheduled introvert can’t imagine anything better than a whole day of peace and quiet in a beautiful setting, with books.
Congrats on meeting your deadline, Edith!
We told our 3-year-old daughter last night that tomorrow would be Leap Day, and my husband asked her what she was going to do to celebrate it. She considered for a moment, then said, “I’m going to hop!” Hard to fault her logic.
Anyway, given a whole day out of time, I’d want to spend my 24 hours entirely by myself in a bed & breakfast somewhere on the spectacular rocky coasts we have here in the Northwest. I’d take some unread books by favorite authors, and all day I’d read and watch the surf crash against the rocks. Right now this over-scheduled introvert can’t imagine anything better than a whole day of peace and quiet in a beautiful setting, with books.
edith, if a comedy writer had strung your mishaps into a plot, it would be discarded as ‘too improbable for readers to accept’!
i don’t even want to know what an exploding sewer line entails
edith, if a comedy writer had strung your mishaps into a plot, it would be discarded as ‘too improbable for readers to accept’!
i don’t even want to know what an exploding sewer line entails
edith, if a comedy writer had strung your mishaps into a plot, it would be discarded as ‘too improbable for readers to accept’!
i don’t even want to know what an exploding sewer line entails
edith, if a comedy writer had strung your mishaps into a plot, it would be discarded as ‘too improbable for readers to accept’!
i don’t even want to know what an exploding sewer line entails
edith, if a comedy writer had strung your mishaps into a plot, it would be discarded as ‘too improbable for readers to accept’!
i don’t even want to know what an exploding sewer line entails
I want nothing especially creative—I’d just like a spa day. I haven’t had a pedicure since Thanksgiving. I’d love a massage and some sort of body scrub and facial and hair styling and make-up. I’d be nibbling grapes and cheese and drinking champagne through it all, too. My personal shopper would present me with new clothes from the inside out that would make me look 20 pounds thinner—this is a fantasy day, O.K.? Then my husband and I would have a great dinner overlooking the ocean, and the all the kids and granddaughters would join us for dessert. I’d beat everybody in Scrabble and go to bed with a smile on my face!
I want nothing especially creative—I’d just like a spa day. I haven’t had a pedicure since Thanksgiving. I’d love a massage and some sort of body scrub and facial and hair styling and make-up. I’d be nibbling grapes and cheese and drinking champagne through it all, too. My personal shopper would present me with new clothes from the inside out that would make me look 20 pounds thinner—this is a fantasy day, O.K.? Then my husband and I would have a great dinner overlooking the ocean, and the all the kids and granddaughters would join us for dessert. I’d beat everybody in Scrabble and go to bed with a smile on my face!
I want nothing especially creative—I’d just like a spa day. I haven’t had a pedicure since Thanksgiving. I’d love a massage and some sort of body scrub and facial and hair styling and make-up. I’d be nibbling grapes and cheese and drinking champagne through it all, too. My personal shopper would present me with new clothes from the inside out that would make me look 20 pounds thinner—this is a fantasy day, O.K.? Then my husband and I would have a great dinner overlooking the ocean, and the all the kids and granddaughters would join us for dessert. I’d beat everybody in Scrabble and go to bed with a smile on my face!
I want nothing especially creative—I’d just like a spa day. I haven’t had a pedicure since Thanksgiving. I’d love a massage and some sort of body scrub and facial and hair styling and make-up. I’d be nibbling grapes and cheese and drinking champagne through it all, too. My personal shopper would present me with new clothes from the inside out that would make me look 20 pounds thinner—this is a fantasy day, O.K.? Then my husband and I would have a great dinner overlooking the ocean, and the all the kids and granddaughters would join us for dessert. I’d beat everybody in Scrabble and go to bed with a smile on my face!
I want nothing especially creative—I’d just like a spa day. I haven’t had a pedicure since Thanksgiving. I’d love a massage and some sort of body scrub and facial and hair styling and make-up. I’d be nibbling grapes and cheese and drinking champagne through it all, too. My personal shopper would present me with new clothes from the inside out that would make me look 20 pounds thinner—this is a fantasy day, O.K.? Then my husband and I would have a great dinner overlooking the ocean, and the all the kids and granddaughters would join us for dessert. I’d beat everybody in Scrabble and go to bed with a smile on my face!
>> Or murder her most dangerous enemy without leaving a trace behind? The trouble (or perhaps the saving grace) is, when the real timestream returned, the enemy would still be alive>>
No. Elaine. The 29th of Febraury,in spite of its weirdness, is a real day But in this projection, it would be your extra day to do whatever you chose.
i hope I’m not your enemy!
>> Or murder her most dangerous enemy without leaving a trace behind? The trouble (or perhaps the saving grace) is, when the real timestream returned, the enemy would still be alive>>
No. Elaine. The 29th of Febraury,in spite of its weirdness, is a real day But in this projection, it would be your extra day to do whatever you chose.
i hope I’m not your enemy!
>> Or murder her most dangerous enemy without leaving a trace behind? The trouble (or perhaps the saving grace) is, when the real timestream returned, the enemy would still be alive>>
No. Elaine. The 29th of Febraury,in spite of its weirdness, is a real day But in this projection, it would be your extra day to do whatever you chose.
i hope I’m not your enemy!
>> Or murder her most dangerous enemy without leaving a trace behind? The trouble (or perhaps the saving grace) is, when the real timestream returned, the enemy would still be alive>>
No. Elaine. The 29th of Febraury,in spite of its weirdness, is a real day But in this projection, it would be your extra day to do whatever you chose.
i hope I’m not your enemy!
>> Or murder her most dangerous enemy without leaving a trace behind? The trouble (or perhaps the saving grace) is, when the real timestream returned, the enemy would still be alive>>
No. Elaine. The 29th of Febraury,in spite of its weirdness, is a real day But in this projection, it would be your extra day to do whatever you chose.
i hope I’m not your enemy!
I’m inadvertently retired now, so *every* day is my day to do whatever I want to with. My wish would be for a day that *wasn’t* just for me — one with some task, be it large or small, that only I could perform. After I had saved the universe or whatever, I’d like to sit on the peeling benches outside at Neptune’s Net with a glass of wine and a couple of pals, and maybe Pierce Brosnan as well, and Bob Evans to tell me stories, and watch the sun go down over the Pacific (which you can’t really do very often as it usually fogs over at 5:00 pm).
I’m inadvertently retired now, so *every* day is my day to do whatever I want to with. My wish would be for a day that *wasn’t* just for me — one with some task, be it large or small, that only I could perform. After I had saved the universe or whatever, I’d like to sit on the peeling benches outside at Neptune’s Net with a glass of wine and a couple of pals, and maybe Pierce Brosnan as well, and Bob Evans to tell me stories, and watch the sun go down over the Pacific (which you can’t really do very often as it usually fogs over at 5:00 pm).
I’m inadvertently retired now, so *every* day is my day to do whatever I want to with. My wish would be for a day that *wasn’t* just for me — one with some task, be it large or small, that only I could perform. After I had saved the universe or whatever, I’d like to sit on the peeling benches outside at Neptune’s Net with a glass of wine and a couple of pals, and maybe Pierce Brosnan as well, and Bob Evans to tell me stories, and watch the sun go down over the Pacific (which you can’t really do very often as it usually fogs over at 5:00 pm).
I’m inadvertently retired now, so *every* day is my day to do whatever I want to with. My wish would be for a day that *wasn’t* just for me — one with some task, be it large or small, that only I could perform. After I had saved the universe or whatever, I’d like to sit on the peeling benches outside at Neptune’s Net with a glass of wine and a couple of pals, and maybe Pierce Brosnan as well, and Bob Evans to tell me stories, and watch the sun go down over the Pacific (which you can’t really do very often as it usually fogs over at 5:00 pm).
I’m inadvertently retired now, so *every* day is my day to do whatever I want to with. My wish would be for a day that *wasn’t* just for me — one with some task, be it large or small, that only I could perform. After I had saved the universe or whatever, I’d like to sit on the peeling benches outside at Neptune’s Net with a glass of wine and a couple of pals, and maybe Pierce Brosnan as well, and Bob Evans to tell me stories, and watch the sun go down over the Pacific (which you can’t really do very often as it usually fogs over at 5:00 pm).
Edith, you put a huge smile on my face with your exasperation with this hoppity day. I say, celebrate with a beer. 🙂
Now, if you were to ask me: Put me on a beach oceanside in Hawaii, laid-out on a LaZBoy, with a mai-tai in each hand, an umbrella to shade my person, an ongoing foot-massage, Kitaro’s music playing, and the above huge smile on my face.
Edith, you put a huge smile on my face with your exasperation with this hoppity day. I say, celebrate with a beer. 🙂
Now, if you were to ask me: Put me on a beach oceanside in Hawaii, laid-out on a LaZBoy, with a mai-tai in each hand, an umbrella to shade my person, an ongoing foot-massage, Kitaro’s music playing, and the above huge smile on my face.
Edith, you put a huge smile on my face with your exasperation with this hoppity day. I say, celebrate with a beer. 🙂
Now, if you were to ask me: Put me on a beach oceanside in Hawaii, laid-out on a LaZBoy, with a mai-tai in each hand, an umbrella to shade my person, an ongoing foot-massage, Kitaro’s music playing, and the above huge smile on my face.
Edith, you put a huge smile on my face with your exasperation with this hoppity day. I say, celebrate with a beer. 🙂
Now, if you were to ask me: Put me on a beach oceanside in Hawaii, laid-out on a LaZBoy, with a mai-tai in each hand, an umbrella to shade my person, an ongoing foot-massage, Kitaro’s music playing, and the above huge smile on my face.
Edith, you put a huge smile on my face with your exasperation with this hoppity day. I say, celebrate with a beer. 🙂
Now, if you were to ask me: Put me on a beach oceanside in Hawaii, laid-out on a LaZBoy, with a mai-tai in each hand, an umbrella to shade my person, an ongoing foot-massage, Kitaro’s music playing, and the above huge smile on my face.
Oh, a day at the spa and a complete makeover! That would be lovely! Then I’d go and help Frederic celebrate his birthday–and the freedom from his indenture to the Pirate King, which came on 29 February 1940.
Oh, a day at the spa and a complete makeover! That would be lovely! Then I’d go and help Frederic celebrate his birthday–and the freedom from his indenture to the Pirate King, which came on 29 February 1940.
Oh, a day at the spa and a complete makeover! That would be lovely! Then I’d go and help Frederic celebrate his birthday–and the freedom from his indenture to the Pirate King, which came on 29 February 1940.
Oh, a day at the spa and a complete makeover! That would be lovely! Then I’d go and help Frederic celebrate his birthday–and the freedom from his indenture to the Pirate King, which came on 29 February 1940.
Oh, a day at the spa and a complete makeover! That would be lovely! Then I’d go and help Frederic celebrate his birthday–and the freedom from his indenture to the Pirate King, which came on 29 February 1940.
I only missed this date as my birthday because I was born in Europe. It would have been kind of fun, I guess, but I’m glad I missed it. But I know 2 people who were born on Feb. 29.
I really don’t know what I’d do differently on a Leap Day.
I only missed this date as my birthday because I was born in Europe. It would have been kind of fun, I guess, but I’m glad I missed it. But I know 2 people who were born on Feb. 29.
I really don’t know what I’d do differently on a Leap Day.
I only missed this date as my birthday because I was born in Europe. It would have been kind of fun, I guess, but I’m glad I missed it. But I know 2 people who were born on Feb. 29.
I really don’t know what I’d do differently on a Leap Day.
I only missed this date as my birthday because I was born in Europe. It would have been kind of fun, I guess, but I’m glad I missed it. But I know 2 people who were born on Feb. 29.
I really don’t know what I’d do differently on a Leap Day.
I only missed this date as my birthday because I was born in Europe. It would have been kind of fun, I guess, but I’m glad I missed it. But I know 2 people who were born on Feb. 29.
I really don’t know what I’d do differently on a Leap Day.
Congratulations on finishing the manuscript!
It’s a cute coincidence because on Leap Day I finished the 4th draft of my current mess-in-progress.
If I had an extra day, I’d get a jump on the 5th and hopefully final draft!
Congratulations on finishing the manuscript!
It’s a cute coincidence because on Leap Day I finished the 4th draft of my current mess-in-progress.
If I had an extra day, I’d get a jump on the 5th and hopefully final draft!
Congratulations on finishing the manuscript!
It’s a cute coincidence because on Leap Day I finished the 4th draft of my current mess-in-progress.
If I had an extra day, I’d get a jump on the 5th and hopefully final draft!
Congratulations on finishing the manuscript!
It’s a cute coincidence because on Leap Day I finished the 4th draft of my current mess-in-progress.
If I had an extra day, I’d get a jump on the 5th and hopefully final draft!
Congratulations on finishing the manuscript!
It’s a cute coincidence because on Leap Day I finished the 4th draft of my current mess-in-progress.
If I had an extra day, I’d get a jump on the 5th and hopefully final draft!
32 years ago on Leap Day, a goofy high school sophomore said to me, “If I’d been born 8 hours earlier, I’d be only 4 years old today!” That was our first conversation. And obviously if I still remember it, we’re still together, including 25.5 years of wedded bliss and two lovely daughters. So when we celebrated his birthday on March 1, I had a soft spot in my heart for Leap Day as well. :>)
32 years ago on Leap Day, a goofy high school sophomore said to me, “If I’d been born 8 hours earlier, I’d be only 4 years old today!” That was our first conversation. And obviously if I still remember it, we’re still together, including 25.5 years of wedded bliss and two lovely daughters. So when we celebrated his birthday on March 1, I had a soft spot in my heart for Leap Day as well. :>)
32 years ago on Leap Day, a goofy high school sophomore said to me, “If I’d been born 8 hours earlier, I’d be only 4 years old today!” That was our first conversation. And obviously if I still remember it, we’re still together, including 25.5 years of wedded bliss and two lovely daughters. So when we celebrated his birthday on March 1, I had a soft spot in my heart for Leap Day as well. :>)
32 years ago on Leap Day, a goofy high school sophomore said to me, “If I’d been born 8 hours earlier, I’d be only 4 years old today!” That was our first conversation. And obviously if I still remember it, we’re still together, including 25.5 years of wedded bliss and two lovely daughters. So when we celebrated his birthday on March 1, I had a soft spot in my heart for Leap Day as well. :>)
32 years ago on Leap Day, a goofy high school sophomore said to me, “If I’d been born 8 hours earlier, I’d be only 4 years old today!” That was our first conversation. And obviously if I still remember it, we’re still together, including 25.5 years of wedded bliss and two lovely daughters. So when we celebrated his birthday on March 1, I had a soft spot in my heart for Leap Day as well. :>)
sleep in .then spend a lony lazy day at a spa getting waited on
hand and foot.
sleep in .then spend a lony lazy day at a spa getting waited on
hand and foot.
sleep in .then spend a lony lazy day at a spa getting waited on
hand and foot.
sleep in .then spend a lony lazy day at a spa getting waited on
hand and foot.
sleep in .then spend a lony lazy day at a spa getting waited on
hand and foot.