February is one of my favorite months of the year, it always has been. Before any of you get any misguided ideas, this is not at all in relation to Valentine's day. Not in some dopey, cutsey "romantic" way at least. I am excited about continuing my tradition of writing bogus Valentine's Statistics. (the link worked this time, hazaa!) This is where I make my disclaimer about not being bitter and only writing these out of amusement. Do I wish I were in a relationship with a wonderful guy? Yes. Would I give a rat's crap about Valentine's day even if I were? No. Who are the card, chocolate, and floral industries to tell us that great romance is to be reserved to one day a year? I want to have great romance on a random Tuesday night just because that's the kind of relationship I'm in, that's the kind of love we have for each other. (Currently a hypothetical situation.) Woo, I've gotten way off track. So back to reasons why February is my favorite. Of course, there is that whole birthday thing going on, though that is not the only reason. One of the biggest ones, the weather. February often has amazing weather. I had my birthday party outside one year. We're talking in the middle of winter in the midwest. It was like a gorgeous spring day! If that doesn't make February rock I don't know what does. Plus it's got that whole, how many days are in it, no one knows kind of uniqueness going on. That's pretty cool, no other month has that.
Before I get carried away with that (not because I have no other reasons why February is cool, I have tons, I just wanted to write about something else now, yeah) here are some reasons why I think my boss' husband is a ninja:
(It's important to know that my boss works out of a home office)
1. he was home the whole time I was at work today & I didn't know it until she said I didn't have to lock up when I left b/c he was there
2. he's Japanese
So it's not a lot of reasons, but I still think he is.
Hmm, there seems to be something else that I should mention, what could it be? It's almost Wednesday . . . Nope, I guess that was it. Ha! I kid, fear not I know I missed last week in an attempt to distance ourselves from the whole fiasco that I will not discuss in an effort to prevent its repetition, but of course I want to wish you a happy hump day! And what the heck, watch for flying monkeys as well. Apparently given my expertise as an Indian on the subject of monkeys, I feel it necessary to inform you that flying monkeys probably fling poo too.
Before I get carried away with that (not because I have no other reasons why February is cool, I have tons, I just wanted to write about something else now, yeah) here are some reasons why I think my boss' husband is a ninja:
(It's important to know that my boss works out of a home office)
1. he was home the whole time I was at work today & I didn't know it until she said I didn't have to lock up when I left b/c he was there
2. he's Japanese
So it's not a lot of reasons, but I still think he is.
Hmm, there seems to be something else that I should mention, what could it be? It's almost Wednesday . . . Nope, I guess that was it. Ha! I kid, fear not I know I missed last week in an attempt to distance ourselves from the whole fiasco that I will not discuss in an effort to prevent its repetition, but of course I want to wish you a happy hump day! And what the heck, watch for flying monkeys as well. Apparently given my expertise as an Indian on the subject of monkeys, I feel it necessary to inform you that flying monkeys probably fling poo too.
Comments
By the way, Azina, my intellectual elitism is about to shine through . . . "kick you ass" . . . nice.
I will not comment on the merits of having and sharing and giving and receiving (props to anyone who knows where that comes from) in regards to humping. I will say that Jesus is probably a proponent of humping in a proper marital context.
Ronnie, obviously that other stuff is sexual, the animals humping and the kama sutra and whatnot, but that does not make hump day sexual. People like Pieter do. Plus, I could probably say chicken noodle soup and a guy could make it sexual, it's what you people do, so I take no responsibility for this! Um, except for bringing up the kama sutra, that was my fault, but it's not like I went into details . . .
I will not, however, let you pass off your nocturnal grammatical ineptitude on the lack of a comment spell check. Your error would not have been caught by spell check because "you" is in fact a word.
There is no rule. It's just something girls made up to apease their over-analytical-have-to-judge-what-she-is-wearing-minds.
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Posted by Ronnie to reverie at 2/4/2005 09:51:50 AM
Wow, that sounded really bitter. I think I need another humpday. Or perhaps a humpnite.
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Posted by Ronnie to reverie at 2/4/2005 09:52:47 AM
First, "you people" means you male type people who seem to have comandeered the comment section on my blog, not that I am complaining, I have been quite amused.
Raj, you are not earning any points in the favorite brother category, in fact just by not being a smartass every 5 seconds Ravi is totally kicking your ass. ;P
Ronnie, don't want details on the clam chowder thing, trying to purge that from my thoughts. Yes, we girls do make up crazy rules about random crap, it's what we do. You guys hold all the cards, all we can do to keep up is make up arbitrary rules to the game. And to reiterate, until you are married you are only allotted Wednesday as hump day, completely void of any sexual context. Once you are married you can have whatever hump days and nights you and the wife so desire, as long as you don't tell me about them.