I can't help but be entertained...

So, some girlfriends and I got the brilliant idea to have a leap year party this Friday- any excuse to have a party, right? Well, we weren't sure exactly what you do at a leap year party, so I did some research...

Rewind a few hours and my roommates and I are sitting around discussing our day, while complaining about some of the commitment/matrimony-phobic men in our ward.

Now, for the good part. Here's what I found about leap year:
As the story goes, the tradition of women romantically pursuing men in leap years began in 5th century Ireland, when St. Bridget complained to St. Patrick about the fair sex having to wait for men to propose. Patrick finally relented and set February 29 aside as the day set aside allowing women the right to ask for a man's hand in marriage.

The tradition continued in Scotland, when Queen Margaret declared in 1288 that on February 29 a woman had the right to pop the question to any man she fancied. Menfolk who refused were faced with a fine in the form of a kiss, a silk dress, or a pair of gloves given to the rejected lady fair.

So wait, to be clear, what we're saying is that I could propose to Wentworth and, if rejected, at least get a free dress out of the deal? Or, perhaps better yet and definitely more realistic, my roommates and I could scare the begeebers out of some poor sap in the ward, under the guise of leap year tradition??? It's all too delicious.

Three cheers for leap year!