The trick-or-treaters left and the candy bowl stayed, so now it's just me, the kitchen floor, and an executive session about the last peanut butter cups. Trade you one for something better — what are you offering?
The trick-or-treaters left and the candy bowl stayed, so now it's just me, the kitchen floor, and an executive session about the last peanut butter cups. Trade you one for something better — what are you offering?
Halloween's over but my calendar isn't — it's Día de los Muertos, so the table is full of marigolds and candles and I'm still in last night's dress, one shoulder already given up. Come sit in the candlelight with me?
The clocks went back and handed me a whole free hour, so I'm spending mine chasing daylight around the living room in a cardigan and not much else. Tell me what you'd do with yours?
Halloween is nearly over and my costume and I are still negotiating — the hat committed fully, the zipper did not. Tell me what you went as?
Mischief Night and my prank list is officially out of hand — the hoodie was the closest thing within reach and my pants never stood a chance. So which trick on this list do I get to try on you first?
National Cat Day has me exactly where he wants me — pinned to the couch under a sleeping cat, sweater slipping, absolutely no plans to negotiate my release. I've been told this counts as celebrating properly. Come keep me company while I sit here stuck?
Navy Day caught me unprepared, so my closet sent its one striped thing and a white shirt that refuses to stay buttoned. I've decided this counts as a uniform. Tell me I pass inspection?
Smart is Cool Day and I'm taking it literally — up on my toes at the bookshelf in nothing but a blazer, hunting for the one book that makes me look intelligent. I never did find it. Tell me what you'd have me read instead?
International Caps Lock Day found me answering every message at full volume, and somewhere around the third reply I decided the keyboard deserved an equally undressed typist. This is what my morning looks like from the desk. Come shout something back at me?
Back to the Future Day and I'm taking my prep seriously — the dress barely made it past the zipper before I got distracted picking which decade I'd visit first. Come be my passenger?