One night, MANY years ago, my father, aunt and grandmother are home, drinking, and one of them remembers that the day (which has only just started, it being dawn) is a holiday. But what holiday, they can not remember. It’s got to do with a small, furry, rodent type creature. They can’t remember what kind. Finally, someone says ‘It’s a Marmoset!’ and thus began the tradition. Every Groundhogs’ Day, the first person to contact everyone else ON the day, wins.
Suffice to say, I got my ass KICKED this year, and totally forgot. On top of that, I left my anasphone on and the ringer off, effectivly blocking my calls and breaking the rules.