Fountain Pen Day pulled me back to my desk with actual ink instead of a keyboard, and the letters are coming out slower and messier than planned. The shirt gave up somewhere around the second paragraph. Tell me what you'd want written to you?
Fountain Pen Day pulled me back to my desk with actual ink instead of a keyboard, and the letters are coming out slower and messier than planned. The shirt gave up somewhere around the second paragraph. Tell me what you'd want written to you?
Nachos Day got messy fast — cheese on my fingers, the flannel losing ground, plate already half gone. The good chips are the ones still standing, so hurry.
The Halloween stash made it to the living room floor and so did the rest of my outfit. First one here picks which piece comes off next.
Sandwich Day escalated fast around here — the shirt lost somewhere around the second bite and dinner is happening right on the table now. Come take the other half.
Breakfast migrated to the kitchen floor for Deviled Egg Day — the table felt too formal and the tile is warmer than it looks. Paprika on my fingers, filling on my thumb, zero regrets. Come sit down here with me?
Día de los Muertos starts today and I've been up since before dark let go, laying out marigolds and lighting candles for the ones worth remembering. The dress lost a strap somewhere along the way and I let it. Come sit with me a while?
Haunted Refrigerator Night is real and the scariest room in my apartment is the kitchen — the leftovers have been staring at me for days, so I'm raiding it anyway. Come hold the door for me?
Mischief Night and my costume fitting ended before it started — the horns are apparently the only part that made the cut. First trick or treater gets the full tour. Knock already?
National Cat Day and my lap was claimed before I even finished my coffee, so apparently I'm furniture now. The cat's staying right here, and honestly I'm not mad about it. Tell me about yours?
National American Beer Day deserves better than a half-warm can, so I cracked open the good bottle and climbed onto the counter to drink it properly. The dress code down here is whatever I say it is. Come hold my bottle for a minute?