February is known for its 28 days of cold interrupted only, just once, by the amore of Valentine's Day. But that moment has come and gone, so what's next? What celebratory occasion will make us feel exhilarated again, so we won't regress back into our winter doldrums? Our founding fathers have the answer: A little online shopping for Presidents' Day. Consider it patriotic, if you must. Why? Because the money you'll spend now or on the long weekend will go straight to stimulating the economy, and the stuff you'll get—on big sale—in return will do wonders in upgrading your home. That's the sort of thing that should keep you enlivened for the rest of the month.
February is known for its 28 days of cold interrupted only, just once, by the amore of Valentine's Day. But that moment has come and gone, so what's next? What celebratory occasion will make us feel exhilarated again, so we won't regress back into our winter doldrums? Our founding fathers have the answer: A little online shopping for Presidents' Day. Consider it patriotic, if you must. Why? Because the money you'll spend now or on the long weekend will go straight to stimulating the economy, and the stuff you'll get—on big sale—in return will do wonders in upgrading your home. That's the sort of thing that should keep you enlivened for the rest of the month. It's the mattress you'll spend the rest of your life sleeping on. Start your 2022 off right by saving yourself some cash. Running a country—it's tough stuff. Your guess is as good as ours as to how George Washington let off steam back in the day, but for our more recent leaders, there is photographic evidence of them lounging, jogging, and traveling to take the edge off. And golfing. A lot of golfing. Here are 41 photos of our presidents relaxing and having fun through the years. Your watch nerd buddy wasn't just blowing smoke; the prices have climbed significantly over the last ten years. As The Walking Dead returns for the second installment in its three-part final season, it's worth asking: why are you still watching? I'm not a bad drunk. I don't throw fights at the bar. I don't cry when I drink wine. I won't corner you at a family party or force shots down your throat. I'm a lightweight. If I drink too much, I throw up. And as much as I love that immaculate feeling of a drink knocking my lights out–for me, it's my fourth whiskey–I really hate throwing up. But, partly thanks to the pandemic, and the work required to keep a romantic relationship intact during several months in quarantine, I've discovered I have a drinking problem. |
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