Yes, yes, I've been missing days of history again.
Too much delving into genealogy, for both mine and hubby's family trees, and getting caught up in the whole,
"OMFG she pupped HOW many rug rats before dropping off the twig at 127?!"
BTW, here's an article about today's date all prepared and written by a proper author who knows her onions.
Go get her books, damn good.
Got pulled up by a family researcher the other day - how rude of me not to correct my research and make sure a certain shared family member was a widow before she got together with hubby number two.
Cos that sorta shit will make your whole family line disappear into Hell in a flash of fireworks from a Meatloaf concert (and probably turn your arse bright blue).
Apart from the, " Lay-dees were bound by a cast iron chastity belt called marriage and they so did NOT enjoy sex or even have sex in those days and we were all found in the cabbage patch" kinda thinking crap.
Men and lay-dees have been doin' the nasty for a looooooooooooong time, I reckon, and no matter how much you want to one just cannot conjure up a death certificate and magic up a marriage certificate to make a past affair all prim and proper.
Cos that's called re-writing history.
Or white washing it.
Getting rid of all those messy bits that make some people squirm.
Cos life is never, ever...err.....life!