Saxophone Day picked the music and National Nachos Day picked dinner, so the record is spinning and the cheese is doing its thing under the broiler. I dance when the oven hums — come hold the other half of this plate.
Saxophone Day picked the music and National Nachos Day picked dinner, so the record is spinning and the cheese is doing its thing under the broiler. I dance when the oven hums — come hold the other half of this plate.
Remember, remember the fifth of November — the sparklers are bought and tonight the roof is mine. The sweater already knows it's losing the fight. Tell me you'd stand out there in the cold with me.
National Candy Day means the Halloween haul finally gets sorted, and somewhere between the pile and the wrappers the clothes stopped being part of the plan. First pick from the pile is yours if you get here before I do.
National Sandwich Day demanded a double-decker, and the apron is the only thing that survived the kitchen so far. Come build the second half with me.
Somebody decided today belongs to deviled eggs, so the tray is full and I'm wearing nothing that could get yolk on it. Come claim the first one before I do.
First batch of cinnamon rolls for Cinnamon Day, and somewhere between the flour and the glaze the apron became the entire outfit. I'm not sharing the counter, but the first roll off the tray has your name on it — come get it warm.
Halloween is officially over and my costume gave up somewhere in the hallway — the hat was the last thing standing. Come see what's left of the night.
Checklist Day, so the fridge has a list: candy, costume, mischief. Two boxes are already ticked and the third one is starting to look a lot like me — come claim it.
National Oatmeal Day and National Cat Day landed at the same time and neither was taking no for an answer, so the stove is on and the cat has already claimed her chair like she pays rent here. I'm in exactly what I woke up in, give or take. Tell me your cat would've judged me harder.
Two holidays on one date and I refused to pick a favorite: the cartoons are queued up and the chocolate is already melted. First strawberry's yours if you get here before the bowl does. Come dip one.