Nah yeah: Today I accidentally wrote Fabruary instead of February, single handedly creating an excuse to buy sequinned items and have blended drinks on a weeknight for 28/29 days.
Yeah nah: It’s March and the only thing I can come up with is “Starchy March”, which sounds like quadruple chins just waiting to form on my lower neck. My life won’t have meaning for 11 months.