Forget the ides of March. February is the month I go a little bit crazy. Fortunately, it only has 28 days….most of the time. This year — natch — being a leap year and all, I get 29 days of going a little bit bzzzzzz…hello!
This is the month where I look at myself and go – Ugh! Who wouldn’t in a month the Anglo-Saxons referred to as Solmoneth — mud month. So sayeth Wikipedia.
It’s the month where I definitely tell my stylist to pull out all the stops and give me something funky. Something wild. Something crazy.
It’s the month I’m most likely to change my eye frames. Yes. Something funky. Something wild. Something crazy. I look back at some of my choices and think, hoo boy. Next year, let’s just rip February right out of the calendar. I’m making some bad choices here.
It’s the month I’m most likely to buy that dress/shirt/jean/shoe/lipstick/cropped pant (Yikes!)/bag I’ll never wear, apply, or carry again.
It’s the month I always contemplate that tattoo I mentioned in another post and a third piercing for my ear. Okay. I admit it. Once I actually considered a belly ring when good ol’ Februar rolled around.
Now, it’s the month I’ll be staring at a Harley-D VRSCDX Night Rod Special® every time I look at the calendar. Birthdays can be fun!
So, do you have a month that makes you go a little bzzzzzz…hello!? Then, step right up and post your comment here. Elen wants to know.
It’s also Rest & Rec Friday. I’ll be writing. And, you’ll be what?