That’s what I say about my birthday. Julian calendar, Gregorian, lunar, intercalated, I demand that everyone celebrate them all!
Wife was born on Friday the 13th so on her birthday I decided to make her a cake. I used the directions from the back of the Bisquick box. The little cake turned out pretty good but had a hard time with the gravy to top it with.
Now today is Valentine’s Day so I’m taking her out to lunch and giving her a box of chocolates in hopes she will forget about the cake thing.
... tomorrow ... tomorrow ... tomorrow is another day ...
Man … I can’t wait for February 15th and all this pressure is behind me.
Valentine’s Day is the best by far. I associate the other 3 with cheap chocolate, which IMO is not worth the extra calories. Whozzit, the designated hunter-gatherer of this family, hit 4 grocery stores this weekend and came home with copious quantities of dark chocolate and truffles, enough to last us … probably not that long, truth be told.
As opposed to the gigundo bag of Halloween candies I told him not to buy two post-Halloweens ago. Which after one month I told him to take those horrible cheap chocolates up to his work room where I wouldn’t have to see them anymore. Half of which are still left.
If I’m going to calorie-splurge, I insist on the best.
And my favorite is Easter. For most of the holiday candy what you find is he same stuff in different shapes.
But for Easter there are a few yummy things that just aren’t available at other times.
And here is a classic SNL from 1979 when Bob Elliot and Ray Goulding hosted. Jane, Laraine and Gilda sing Rod Stewart’s “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy.”
They were such good sports and nailed it!
The comedy team of Bob & Ray performed together for many years. They had their comedy skills down pat. Incidentally, Bob Elliott is the father of actor/comic Chris Elliott. Chris is best remembered for ‘Groundhog Day’ and ‘There’s Something About Mary.’ Also ‘Schitt’s Creek’.
…who is the father of Abby Elliott, who was an SNL castmember. 
SAS pancake party, May 8th at @papy’s place, BYO syrup!
So … last week, I took the wife to her new foot doctor’s appointment. When she went in, she was 4’ 8 1/2" … a small adult. When we left, I looked at the paperwork and discovered the doctor had her height as only 4’. I pointed it out to the wife and laughed.
Then I made a mistake. I told the wife that I went in with a small adult and came out with a 3rd grader.
FYI
I am posting this as proof that I survived.
This proves only that you aren’t dead, and still have at least one appendage capable of typing; nothing more. 