
FEBRUARY. One of the best months by my reckoning, and filled with many glorious things: Frosted pink sugar cookies (heart shaped, of course), bitter, hopeless romantics warding off love with their bitterness for love month, a day of birth that just so happens to be the day I was born, cryptic, classic heart shaped candies (what do they mean, really?), no dandelions, no mosquitoes, and plenty of opportunities to find excuses.
Today’s excuse: It’s February! Celebrate! Good ways to celebrate the first day of February are: Try to spell ‘February’ right (HINT: It’s not like it seems). Or, say February ten times fast. Drill it through your head, dear readers, that these are going to be the best 28 (occasionally 29) days of the year! How do I know this, you ask? Think of how many people you know that were born in February. I’d bet a pretty penny you’ve counted at least one of your hands, if not both your feet. People love having babies in February because not only do they love conceiving in May (It took me about eight years to do the math on that one), but they know that Aquarius children / Febubabies go out into the world and do fabulous things. I actually celebrate Jennifer Aniston’s birthday every year—it’s the day after mine. I like to think that it’s an extension of my birthday, another reason to celebrate. I also like to live vicariously through my fellow Febubaby Ms. Aniston, and pretend that I’m uber hot and have an impressive jawline…
But FEBRUARY! Whoooo eee! Saddle up, folks.
PS: TOMORROW is Groundhog Day! Mark your calendar—his shadow, it’s happening!