Let me have this moment, please. Let it be known that I am, indeed a “leapling.” I was born on February 29, 1980. Wrap you head around that. Don’t get Leap Year? Here, this should clear things up….
In color, that is why my birthday happens once every four years. Still don’t get it?
Well, here are a group of Senior Citizens known as “Seniors Against Leap Year” who are trying to abolish the day all together. A corporate conspiracy to get one more day out of the working man? Pandora’s Box? Comedy?
What else do you need to know about Leap Year? Well, there’s a song. Or so says Child Fun.
Leap Year Song(Tune of Bingo)
There was a year called Leap Year,
And February was its name-o,
And February was its name-o.
Go ahead, sing that song to a Leap Year baby and see if they’re still your friend afterwards. Try it.
See, I’ve done a lot of research on this today and realized one thing; we are really a bunch of pricks. We have an “Honor Society,” which is for us an only us. Do you have one, March 3rd? We also have shirts…
Fuck you, April 16th!
Think of me, today. Me and the “about 4 million” other people born on this day. We’re pretty special. We’re also convinced we’re better than you! Happy Leap Day!