Thirty days hath September,
April, June and November.
All the rest have thirty-one
Which has eighty.
Isn't that how it goes? Huh. Sure seems like it.
This morning I thought that February was finally over. Dang. Happy Leap Day, everybody.
Once, when I was a kid, I had the word "February" on my spelling list. "Mom! Look! They spelled this wrong!" I said.
"No, that's the way it's spelled." she replied.
"No, because it's supposed to be 'Feb-yoo-ary'! This has a 'r' in it and that's not right!"
"The 'r' is silent." she said.
Which, of course, I accepted without question.
I have persisted in my mispronunciation of the name of the second month of the year out of stubbornness and habit. When someone points it out, I blame it on my Mom. I also spent the rest of my years in school watching for another word with a silent 'r'.
So, in honor of yet another day of the longest month of the year, I think I'll start drinking and work on putting the "brew" back in February.