I have a weird feeling about Leap year.
One more day to live, Yay!
Or,
One more day to live.
Not sure how I feel about it. At all.
But, I feel feisty today. So there’s that.
Happy Leap Year, y’all.
It interrupts my plodding through the days of the week. Left-right-left-right-right-left-dammit-left-right…
You wonder about New Zealand:
And they had 4 years to prepare.
What did they do before the Gregorian calendar was invented in 1582? Without a leap day every four years the seasons would move a little each year. How did the Romans and Greeks deal with that?
I alway put in for leap day off, I’m not going to work on an extra day. Should be a federal holiday.
Hey, I was able to fill up at a self-pay gas pump today.
But then, I’m not in New Zealand.
Here is some info. I didn’t read it yet.
I was due on February 29th, but I solved that problem by hanging in there for another week.
Thanks. That explains it.
You’re welcome.
It’s what you get when you contract out creating the universe to the lowest bidder.
They didn’t take the trouble to synchronize the orbital and rotation periods properly…
Leap Day is proof that God is Math.
Sweet strawberries are easily had. If not you can fake out ripeness if you know how.
I know how.
Nature and nature’s laws lay hid in night,
God said, ``Let Newton be,‘’ and all was light.
It did not last; the devil howling ``Ho!
Let Einstein be!‘’ restored the status quo.
Though perhaps the Devil’s contribution should really be Heisenberg?
On Leap Day of this year, Little Orphan Annie appeared in Dick Tracy (which she now does, occasionally) and said, “Leapin’ Lizards!” I only just now realized the joke.
(y’all think I come up with this crap all on my own?)
If you think those poor New Zealanders had to suffer for a day…here’s a Doper with a real leap-day problem:
It’s a wonderful -and neverending!- thread about the date display in his car. Beginning (but not ending!) on Feb 30 th.
It gets really interesting after Feb 99th. 
Wish I could have some leaping lizards right now. Especially the ones with non-detachable tails.
When I was in my mid 20s, I dated a girl who was born on February 29th.
Our friends kidded me about dating a six-year-old.