Monday, October 14, 2002
Dear Diary:

Gloating Is Wrong.

So what follows is not me gloating.

No, this is just a happy little story of the universe unfolding as it should.

First off, I should start by saying I'm not a betting woman. Gambling just doesn't appeal to me, not even lottery tickets. But when Joey over at CuppaJoe predicted the International Cavorting Day Hall o' Fame would enshrine 100 cavorters by Oct. 31, I saw my chance to make some easy money.

So I told him that if there was 100 inductees by Hallowe'en, I would donate $20 to the charity of his choice. He quickly responded that if it didn't make 100, then he would donate $20 to the charity of MY choice.

Whoooeeeee, talk about taking your candy from a baby. Really, this is such a sure thing it shouldn't even be considered betting.

I mean, really, how many people out there could there be who endorse the idea of having one random paid day a year that you could spend enjoying a spontaneous jolt of happiness AND are willing to acknowledge their allegiance to such a wacky idea at their homes on the web?

73.

Not that I'm counting or anything.

Now I'll admit that I was sweating bullets there last week because I really didn't expect the Hall o' Fame to get into double digits, let alone into the 70's as it has.

I'd be lying if I didn't say it was starting to look as if I might have to actually, you know, admit I was wrong and you can well imagine my horror over THAT prospect.

Yes, I'm a poster child for People Who Will Be Eating Cat Food During Their Golden Years.And THEN, as if THAT wouldn't be painful enough, if I lost I would have to dip into My Personal Retirement Fund, which is basically a pineapple-shaped piggybank I brought back last year as a souvenir from visiting The Giant Pineapple near Brisbane, Australia.

(Oh yes, when it comes to planning for your golden years, I am SO the person my three loyal readers want to emulate.)

However, my fears about having to dip into my retirement savings (aka lots 'n' lots of unrolled coins) seem unfounded. It now appears that the universe has unfolded as it should, because induction into the International Cavorting Day Hall o' Fame has stalled out.

It's been a tough week for me. On the one hand, I want us all to have the right to take a random paid day off to celebrate unexpected happiness. On the other hand, I really, really hate being wrong AND I'm such a cheapskate thrifty soul that it pains me to put my money where my mouth is.

Frankly, I'm blaming the whole International Cavorting Day idea and the fact that numbers got that high in the Hall o' Fame on the El Nino effect. Not that there's really any logical reason to say that. It just sounds vaguely scientific and I'm all for vague science.

So, uh, Joey, you may want to start saving your lunch money.

Not that I'm gloating or anything, because, well, Gloating Is Wrong.

--Marn

P.S.--The International Cavorting Day Hall of Fame is open. You, too, could be part of an institution that's just like the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame except that it doesn't involve music, Ohio, talent or an actual building.

Otherwise, they are remarkably alike.

Celebrate the notion that we should all have one day in our lives when we are free to celebrate a jolt of spontaneous happiness.

Post a button or post a link to the cavorting site and become enshrined! See yourself right up there on the screen!

Make a rubbing of your name!

Oh. Wait. Maybe that last bit wouldn't work. Nevermind that part, 'kay?

Today's inductees into the Hall of Fame:

A Milkmaid's Tale
Flipstash

The first ten cavorters who entered the Hall of Fame I have dubbed The Mothers And Fathers of Cavorting. Don't worry, this does not involve messy blood tests, paternity cases OR child support. However, each time I update, I will feature one of them.

And now, can I have a drum-roll, please, for Today's Cavorting 'Rental Unit:

ZELDA ZAP

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