After sending out all of my anti-winter CD mixes, I realized that one of the tracks has a certain four-letter word in it. I realized this as I was listening to my own copy in the car. And oddly enough, upon this realization, I uttered a four-letter word to express my embarrassment. Sorry everybody. May I offer a suggestion? If you choose to listen to the song, simply clear your throat or cough at the exact moment the word is sung. This is a little trick I learned from my older siblings who listened to a lot of raunchy rock music when I was little, like Dan Fogelberg and Air Supply.
I have thought about Leap Year a lot today and decided two things: first of all, it would be a good day to die. That way, your loved ones would only have to dwell on the anniversary every four years. Secondly, I’m thinking that there are probably some sneaky crimes that could be committed using Leap Day, like in the banking and money laundering sense. Are you following me? I think it would make a really cool movie starring Matt Damon.
For two days in a row, we have had actual sunshine producing actual heat. Yesterday I opened the windows and let the house breathe. And when I closed them at night, the house was all like, “You have no idea how much I needed that.”
I am sitting next to Ryan and Christian while they watch the Jazz game. I don’t do this very often because listening to my husband scream violently at the TV makes me nervous.
The dog ate another hole in the couch cushion. I really thought I had clearly conveyed my feelings about this to her the last time it happened. Somebody hide the steak knives and the sewing machine. Seriously.
Sleepy now. Goodnight.
