It's Tuesday, the day I dig into the archives (and give myself a day off from coming up with something new). And it's my birthday.
So, I found my birthday post from two years ago (that would be 2010). Enjoy.
I don't know why these things come up, but as this was rather timely, I thought I'd share.
On Monday, I went over to help my 9-year-old niece clean out her closet. As she did the work, I blathered on about random things.
I told her about the time when I was a child that I was paranoid about July having 31 days. My child brain reasoned that since February sometimes has a 29th, then perhaps other months could lose their last day. My niece thought that this logic was crazy, and she said so.
Of course, I was assured by my parents that July would always have 31 days. And now I see the craziness of the thought. (I was a small child. I had many crazy worries.) I hadn't thought of this for years.
Nothing quite like trying to entertain a child to bring out such strange memories.
Happy Birthday to me.