My favorite day of the year, March 15th, is quickly approaching. I know it may seem silly for my favorite day to be chosen just because of an old English pseudonym, but alas, fair cousin, 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of public ridicule than to bare arms against a sea of people who have their own little quirks, and by opposing, end them. Soooooooooo yeah, I like me some Ides of March and all the thou arts that go along with it. And yes, even my offspring find it a bit odd, although I think Nate may have received a slight nibble from the touch of Shakespeare fairy (must've been whilst reading A Midsummer Night's Dream, har har har).
Every year about this time I start to get a little over zealous with my Shakespeare (if you couldn't tell) and tend to throw it into everyday situations as often and as unexpected as possible. The quotes and nods grow stronger each day until finally it erupts into a Volcano of "Et tu Brute?"'s after every other sentence. Imagine it in the likes of the "That's what she said" silliness. for example:
Brave friend #1: "I really liked that movie, it made me feel warm inside."
Me: "Et tu Brute?"
Brave friend #1: "What??"
Me: "Et tu Bruteeeeeee?" (said with the trailing voice of death)
Brave friend #1: "Ummmm, are you feeling ok? Maybe I should take you home."
Me: "Et tu Brute?!" (now including the dramatic shaking of fist in the air)
Brave friend #1: "Dude, seriously, I think I need to get you home and into bed."
Me: "That's what she said!" (honestly, who could pass that one up?)
So there you have it, the muddled, fuddled, wacky pack world of my brain cells. Hold on tight, we're going into the great unknown, Horatio and it's going to get bumpy!