|Not the center of the universe.|
The sun didn’t mind at all, since it basically just had to sit there and rotate around its own axis and enjoy being the center of the universe, right up until the early 1800’s when some dufus realized that heliocentrism was so 1754 and proved that the sun was not, in fact, the center of the universe, much to the sun's dismay.
The moon didn’t mind either, it was too busy spinning on its own axis, while revolving around the earth at a rate of a menstrual cycle, while simultaneously revolving around the sun with the earth, all the while making sure never to let the earth see its behind. It basically had its hands full with all the spinning to really care about what the earth was doing.
|The moon, in case it wasn't clear.|
Someone who did mind, though, was the poor guy on earth in charge of time. He tried everything to get rid of those 0.25 extra rotations, including the old decimal point trick, making his dog eat his notes and running really fast in one place to see if he could speed up the earth’s rotation by 0.75 rotations per year.
And so, he created the leap day.
A day that Saint Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, loved dearly. Saint Patrick also loved women, and felt they should be as free as men. Free to do absolutely anything they wanted, whenever they wanted. And so, he decided that women should be allowed to propose to men just as men can propose to women. Of course, women would only be allowed to do it on one day every four years, and lo and behold, leap day seemed like the perfect choice.
In Finland we took the tradition to heart, and now every February 29th, women walk around popping the question left and right. And as an added bonus, the Finnish version of the tradition dictates that the proposal is to be taken very seriously, and if you by some twisted turn of fate have to turn her down, you owe the poor woman fabric for a skirt.
As the resourceful entrepreneur I am, I have of course turned this whole leap day thing into a successful business. I’ve spent the entire day proposing to men, and subsequently being rejected. In about 32 years I’ll have enough fabric to make a circus tent, and then I can finally realize my childhood dream!