King Tut Day seemed like a good excuse to wrap myself in a sheet, except mine refuses to stay wrapped. One shoulder's already defected. Come hold the loose end before the whole thing goes?
King Tut Day seemed like a good excuse to wrap myself in a sheet, except mine refuses to stay wrapped. One shoulder's already defected. Come hold the loose end before the whole thing goes?
Sandwich Day deserves real effort, so mine is stacked way past what my mouth can handle. Come hold the bottom half while I deal with the top?
It's Cliché Day, so I committed to the classics: fresh out of the shower, wet skin, and a towel worn absolutely nowhere useful. Tell me which cliché I still missed?
It's Deviled Egg Day and I took the dress code literally — apron, heels, and nothing the devil would object to. First one off the tray is yours if you're quick?
National Authors' Day and I'm honoring the writer who kept me up far too late — still in bed with the book and very little else. Come read over my shoulder?
Waited all year for an excuse to wear this costume, and the hat is the only part behaving so far. The zipper lost the argument about an hour before dark. Come tell me if I'm wearing too much for Halloween?
National Candy Corn Day and I've discovered I'm the only person alive who actually likes them — the bowl doesn't stand a chance tonight. Come pick your colors before I finish the orange ones?
Hot chocolate absolutely counts as breakfast when it's Chocolate Day — the mug's steaming and the sheets have given up on staying put. Come claim the warm side before it goes cold?
Turns out today is for preserving old films, so I'm doing my part — a black-and-white classic, a bowl of popcorn, and very little else standing between me and the screen. The couch has room for exactly one more.
National Black Cat Day and the stray who owns this street finally picked my windowsill for breakfast. My sweater lost the negotiation somewhere along the way. Think you could get closer to him than I did?