Yes it's Fool's Day and not Fools Day. Denoting ownership, my ownership, not pluralisation.
It's Fool's Day because it's MY day.
My day because it's day number 300 that I haven't managed to get anyone knocked up. (how can that figure be correct? thats 10 months, but we're currently in cycle 12, hmmmm)
My day because it's seven years exactly since I moved to this godforsaken country.
My day because it's seven years exactly since I started my first job in this godforsaken country.
My day because it's two years exactly since I started my third job in this godforsaken country.
My day because it would have been the day I started my fourth job in this godforsaken country, had I accepted it.
My day because I drink beer from glasses bigger than my own head.
My day because I clean the steamed up bathroom mirror with my discarded underwear.
My day because it's one year since I had ET distraught at the news that Colin Firth had gone to meet his maker following a car accident.
My day because in two days I get to knock one out into a plastic pot again.
My day because you can find the first 'Rash review interview with Grandmother & Granddaughter supreme, Kim over on the Frog Pond that Rocks. That's HERE for the simpletons among you. It might not make your life any better but you'll get to hear her say stuff like:
"I was raided by the drug squad...Luckily I had just smoked all the dope..." and "It was a beautiful right hook.... The skanky ho deserved it"....
If you stay awake long enough you'll also get to hear her answer to the age old question "Do you think it's an insult to your cooking if your son has taken to eating birth control?"
My day because I've given up on trying to conceive and decided to buy a couple of cuties instead. Not being one to do things by halves, I've gone for a double whammy, details to be found here.
I'm very grateful for the weak US dollar and my rogue-ish Irish charm.
Stick around, the day ain't over yet...