Damn it, I missed it again! Of course: yesterday was International Talk like a Pirate Day, and shiver me timbers, I forgot.
Just think: I could have driven my wife crazy for an entire day by replying to everything she said with “Aarrr” or “Avast, me proud beauty” and my favorite “Prepare to be boarded, wench.” Of course, she might argue that I drive her crazy anyway, even without the pirate lingo, but what does she know, she’s just a landlubber.
Not to mention the missed opportunities to drink Pirate Ale all day long, wear an earring without being anyone thinking your gay, and cannon the neighbor’s back yard while sporting an eye-patch. What fun.
So mark your calendars. Next year, there’s no excuse, matey.