Yes, there WERE 29 days in February

It took only two months into 2012 before I became ABSOLUTELY COMPLETELY RIGHT about one of my 2012 predictions: there were indeed 29 days in February. So put that in your pipe and don't smoke it, because smoking is gross and, let's face it: it kills.

At the time of writing the above blog post, I suggested that perhaps I might propose to some lucky fella this year. Cos, y'know, us women are allowed to do that on 29th February. We've been given permission. The mighty men at the top of the hierarchy have decided that damage will be minimal and we deserve a treat for being such good women the last four years. So I did it, guys and gals. I decided to propose to someone.*

@Afobe I will propose to you TOMORROW. Not today. I do things in my own sweet time.
— Martha Everitt (@Maaarfer) February 29, 2012

Unfortunately, quite a few ladies got there before me, and while Mr Afobe did not accept any of these proposals (as far as I am aware), I am not one to be overshadowed, and so I chose not to propose to the young Arsenal player the following day, after all. Sorry, matey. So close, yet so far.


* This was following @Afobe's request that a bunch of people propose to him on Twitter. I think he was bored.