King Tut Day, so I've been digging through my jewelry box and apparently I'm the treasure that got found. Everything else in this room is staying buried. Come help me decide what stays on?
King Tut Day, so I've been digging through my jewelry box and apparently I'm the treasure that got found. Everything else in this room is staying buried. Come help me decide what stays on?
National Sandwich Day deserved better than my kitchen counter, so the blanket and I moved to the park instead. The flannel is mostly a formality at this point. Come sit down before the sun moves?
The pan de muerto finally gets its actual day, and the marigold petals followed me from the altar all the way to the breakfast table. One candle's still burning, so technically the celebrating isn't over. Sit with me while it burns down?
World Vegan Day got me baking at an hour when the only thing awake is the oven light, and the maple syrup is winning badly. The apron was a formality from the first pour. Come lick the spoon before I do?
Halloween's wrapping up next door, but my table's already turning into an ofrenda — marigolds everywhere, candles lit, pan de muerto waiting for tomorrow. Come help me scatter the petals before the wax sets?
The costume made it through exactly one round of trick-or-treaters before surrendering, and I've decided that counts as a Halloween tradition now. Candy bowl's still by the door if you'd rather knock than ring.
National Candy Corn Day and I'm splitting the stash into two bowls — one for tonight's trick-or-treaters, one that's clearly not for them. The second bowl is winning fast. Come claim a piece before I eat your share too?
National Cat Day and the tabby has claimed my lap as official territory, so I'm trapped under a blanket with zero plans to move. Productivity is officially cancelled. What would it take to make you climb in on the other side?
It's the internet's birthday — the very first message sent over it got stuck halfway through the word LOGIN. Mine's going through just fine, and it's only two letters short of an invitation. Come be on the other end of it?
National Chocolate Day got out of hand fast — the double boiler lost, the spoon lost, and now it's dripping somewhere it definitely shouldn't be. Come help me clean up, starting at the top.