When I realized, a few weeks ago, that February has 29 days this year, I felt like I should try to do something special. Something to commemorate this day that only happens once every four years. What, I didn't have a clue.
Turns out it's a good thing I didn't make fancy plans, because Mike and I are both sufferin' from a nasty cold. Poor Mr. has had it for almost a week: It was bad for a couple days, then got better, and then--BAM!--last night it was back in full force. I could tell I was coming down with it yesterday, and today I am definitely sick. The nice part about having colds at the same time is that we both just want to lie around and snuggle...I don't think we've ever been sick at the same time before! The bad part is that we both ache and feel crummy and don't really feel like doing anything. We both want someone to make us grilled cheese sandwiches and bring us tea and rub our feet.
We woke up to snow this morning, too. It's an unusual day all-around. I'm sure I'll keep myself busy with piles of paperwork that have been waiting for a few quiet hours to grab my attention. I just put chicken curry in the crockpot, and there are a few cans of chicken noodle soup in the pantry, and when I've finished my chores, there are beautiful nurseries on Apartment Therapy to drool over, baby names to discuss, and a snuggly, snuffly man who will be happy to curl up on the couch with me. Not quite what I imagined Leap Day 2012 would be, but not to shabby nonetheless.