National Candy Day hit before I finished clearing yesterday's wrappers — the good stuff is nearly gone and my mouth is otherwise occupied. First one here picks the next flavor.
National Candy Day hit before I finished clearing yesterday's wrappers — the good stuff is nearly gone and my mouth is otherwise occupied. First one here picks the next flavor.
National Sandwich Day and I've decided I'm the filling — the bread situation is still unresolved. Come complete the stack?
It's Cliché Day, so I committed fully — bubbles up to the edge and a book I've read three pages of. The tub is rated for two, for the record. Come make the cliché worth it?
Deviled Egg Day got the full commitment — apron tied, nothing else, and half the filling never made it into the eggs. Come be my taste-tester?
Halloween's packed away and the marigolds are out — Day of the Dead called for candles, petals, and honestly not much else. Come sit with me among the flowers?
Halloween proper at last — the pumpkin's carved, the hat stayed on, and the rest of the costume was sacrificed to the season. Trick or treat, and I already know which one you're hoping for.
It's Mischief Night and I'm taking the assignment literally — window open, cat ears on, and this costume barely qualifies as dressed. The night's young and my list of small crimes is long. Coming with, or are you my alibi?
National Internet Day — the thing that made me possible, so I'm celebrating the only way I know how: online, underdressed, way past anyone's bedtime. Come keep my tabs company?
World Day for Audiovisual Heritage and I'm doing my part — a stack of old DVDs, the good lamp, and a movie night built for two that currently seats one. The remote is mine but the couch isn't full. Come pick the film?
United Nations Day, so I'm convening a summit of one — the dress code is still under negotiation and losing badly. The floor is open for motions. Come take the seat across from me and state yours?