It’s true.
It’s the 15th already here, curse you International Dateline I’ve been cheated out of ISBJ Day.
Husband has been duly notified. Oh, and I asked him what he’d like for dinner. 
There was a proposal to make this a Federal holiday back in the Clinton years, wasn’t there?
I don’t understand - why would steak be such a big deal under Clinton?
Regards,
Shodan
So yours doesn’t extend over the Date Line?
You really need to announce this further in advance. I just fed my husband chicken pot pie for dinner.
Damn the girlfriend is out of state.
Well I’m having steak for dinner…alone in a hotel room. Is there any worse place to be on Steak & BJ Day?
Post op in BangKok?
This conflicts with Pi Day. I guess the two should be combined.
I guess being alone in a hotel room I could pick up a warm apple pi.
But have you eaten yet?
Made pie instead.
Returning Shodan’s volley in the same level of lighthearted political snark/wittiness without vitriol:
You don’t understand. The BJ under Clinton episode was the necessary foreplay before we got down to Bush and really got fucked.
And that was what was at steak! 
Then Steak and BJ Day should be March 19th, shouldn’t it?
Regards,
Shodan
I thought that was the day we celebrated Lyndon B Johson killing that really nasty vampire.
My wife and I will be celebrating this a day late, as we do every year. For some reason it just works out that way. Last night was my daughter’s winter choral concert and then my wife had a meeting for one of her volunteer organizations, so our evening didn’t work out too well. However, we’ve already exchanged texts this morning about tonight’s activities, so I know how we’ll be spending our ‘parent time’ after the kids are in bed.
I love that woman.
She’s a rare one indeed. You’ve done well my fine sir. Its hard to find a happy medium in a marriage these days, but such an arrangement gets to the meat of the matter. She’s a little saucy I take it (and I hope such inclinations cut both ways). Unfortunately I took the other fork in the road marriage wise. But my plate is full anyways so I guess it don’t matter as I am of a rather tender disposition and such extravagances go against my grain as life has made me a grissled, well aged fat man.
Sounds like you blew it.