Happy Groundhog’s Day

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.

I suck.

Sorry, gran!