TFW someone posts “before and after” sets of pictures of their kitchen renovation, and you’re not sure WHICH set you’re supposed to compliment as looking “so much better!”
Fun with numbers
OK, by now I’m sure you’ve heard that today is 02/02/2020, which is a palindromic date. But I’ll bet no one else has mentioned that in this Leap Day year, this is day 33, with 333 days left.
You’re welcome.
Valentine’s Day (and Lupercalia) planning
In 2020, the February full moon is on Sunday, February 9, so if you have a date for February 14, they’re probably not a werewolf.
Not a lunar werewolf, anyway.
(If YOU’RE the werewolf, you’ve already taken this into account on your calendar.)
Timing
If your hometown college basketball team wants to break a two game losing streak, a game against the reigning national champions from last season, who already beat them earlier THIS season, seems as good a time as any, right?
How life looks, from the dog’s perspective
Dog: Let’s go outside!
Human: WAT? WHERE GO?
Dog: Outside. It’s a good night to run.
Human: MUST DRESS
Dog: Oh… OK.
Human: NEED SHOOZ.
Dog: you humans sure are needy.
Human: REDDY!
Dog: Then let’s go!
Human: WHER?
Dog: I don’t know. How about if we follow our noses?
Human: CAN’T SMEL
Dog: Just follow me, then.
Human: * crashes into tree * CAN’T SEE AT NITE
Dog: It’s a good thing I love you.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Because Autocomplete REALLY wants me to wish someone Happy Thanksgiving, despite the many, MANY times I’ve been typing Happy New Year in the last twenty-four hours.
“Are you sure you don’t want to wish someone Happy Thanksgiving?” Autocomplete suggests, full of hope. “It’s not just for November!”
“Let’s agree to disagree on that one,” I said.
Autocomplete was SO PLEASED when I relented and titled this post Happy Thanksgiving.
Don’t look now…
Don’t look now, but 2020 is stalking its way around the world RIGHT NOW, strengthening itself by feeding on the remnants of 2019.
Happy New…
I started typing “Happy New…” and Autocorrect wanted to complete it with “Hope.”
THIS IS NOT EPISODE IV OF STAR WARS, AUTOCORRECT.
Rules of the game
When you’re playing hide-and-go-seek with a werewolf, it’s not fair if either of you changes form after the ‘seeking’ parties covers their eyes.
Solstice story, 2019
The start of my Solstice Story, 2019:
Once upon a time there was a winter that arrived much too early, which pleased hardly anybody except for the snowmobilers, who had been waiting for more snow since last March.
Come the solstice, everyone else groaned and muttered that they were ready to see winter LEAVE by now. Or, at least, as soon as possible following a pleasantly white Christmas.
This made the Solstice sad, but then, the Solstice was used to it by now. It wasn’t the first year the Solstice had gotten this reception. Most everyone looked past the Solstice to the arrival of Christmas, and their big plans were for THAT.
Nobody left out a plate of milk and cookies for the Solstice.
(I don’t have the middle worked out, but it ends:]
And then everyone got puppies and kittens. Cute, fluffy kittens of every variety. And the lost socks were found.
The End