I was thinking, 'If I was born on February 29th, and didn't take the other non-leap-years into consideration, I'd be 17 years old.' That's kinda' cool. I'd be young for a very long time, except that I wouldn't be able to drink a glass of my favorite Merlot for another four years in this state, and that wouldn't be cool.
In celebration of Leap Year, I got into the bag of dark chocolate mint truffles and had a wine glass full of Merlot this afternoon. This morning I drove out to the barn, rode my horses, took a hot shower when I got home, and put on some "sweet smell". I feel like I'm 17.
For you mathematicians, if you do some figuring you'll find out how old I really am. If you don't feel like doing the math, or care how old I am, that's okay. Happy Leap Year, happy trails, have fun, and have a glass of Merlot on me.
2 comments:
Thanks, but no thanks. I don't drink with seventeen year olds. We should probably get you an apple juice until you're a little older.
I'll have a drink with you in another four years, when I turn 21.
Apple juice works for me especially with a shot of vodka.
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