At one point today, I was the only one working out and then later I was the only one in the laundrymat. Did Leap Day erase some of the population? Maybe some people can't handle 366. (I just got up to double check if I spelled laundrymat correctly...but my dictionary is useless...laundryman? laundrywoman? but no laundrymat. And then it hit me that I was at a computer and there is something nutty called the internet and it could probably tell me the spelling...and it is laundrOmat. I knew it didn't look right. But now it begs the question: Why the "o" and not the "y"? I don't have dirty laundro...)
Oh, and one more thing about Leap Day: I feel for the people born today and have to suffer the lame you're-only-(insert 1/4 of age here)-today jokes. But I don't feel for them if they are the ones making the joke.
This is the last thing, I swear: Martha Stewart decided to do a frog theme for Leap Day. I didn't watch but I'm sure there was a Frog Leg recipe and a how-to stenciled frog toilet seat cover.
OK, so I lied: I wonder how many of those Leap Day birthies actually calculated their exact age by subtracting three days for every four years of their life. And then celebrate their birthday accordingly. Because, as much as I hate to admit, my younger self would probably be all over that. Me now? Not so much. I'm not a stickler for age or birthdays. I just want to be taken out to dinner. Free Food! (I think I have stumbled upon a running gag...)
Amenities of Room 1263: One Night Free. And this special doesn't happen every year.
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