Jersey Friday and Nachos Day on the same date felt like fate, so I'm repping my team and treating the jersey as the whole outfit. The cheese dip is hot and my patience for fabric is not. Come be my second plate?
Jersey Friday and Nachos Day on the same date felt like fate, so I'm repping my team and treating the jersey as the whole outfit. The cheese dip is hot and my patience for fabric is not. Come be my second plate?
Bonfire Night found me before I found a coat — the fire's doing its job and my sweater is quietly losing to it. One shoulder's already given up. Come take the cold side of the blanket?
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?