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In the end, you're just happy you were there—with your eyes open—and lived to see it. -AB
In the end, you're just happy you were there—with your eyes open—and lived to see it.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Leap Day. Chouette!

Undoubtedly the classiest shoe store in Paris--Mallory, (Philippe Mallory, but whose counting.) Location: Epicenter of snob-land, id est Passy shopping center.

Today is Leap Day. To miss the date caching of 29 February in this blog would be among the utmost of capital offenses. Therefore. I post. A fudgy trick needed to offset the imperfections of a man-made device intended to measure the organic object that is time, season, and well earth, leap day happens every four years. We could discuss math, {if year modulo 400 is 0 then leap>>else if year modulo 100 is 0 then no_leap>>else if year modulo 4 is 0 then leap else no_leap} yeah. Legend has it that Leap Day is the one and only day a woman can propose marriage, hmmm. Gentlemen, lucky for you I'm already engaged to Michael Buble, else you would be owing me 12 pairs of gloves. Chouette!

Tonight: Birthday party of a Leapling. He must be what, 6, 7 years old now? Toy cars or pokemon? Brandy is out of the question.

Happy Leap Day! Joyeux Jour Bissextile!

A bientôt

2 comments:

Núria said...

Happy Leap day to you too!

Ryan said...

If you can only do something once every 4 years I agree, you should take advantage of it!

I forgot about the woman proposing on leap year thing.. now I'm bummed C-Spans Greta Wodele hasn't called on me.. ahh oh well.. maybe in another 4!