Bittersweet chocolate with almonds, observed after midnight — the almonds are still in the bowl and the chocolate went somewhere warmer. Come help me with the last of it?
Bittersweet chocolate with almonds, observed after midnight — the almonds are still in the bowl and the chocolate went somewhere warmer. Come help me with the last of it?
National Nachos Day got the full treatment — I'm parked on the kitchen counter with the whole plate to myself and very little else on. First one here gets the chip with all the cheese.
Remember, remember the fifth of November — I'm on the balcony with a sparkler and a coat that's mostly decorative. The fireworks are handling the sky; the rest is up to you. Come warm your hands?
National Candy Day hit before I finished clearing yesterday's wrappers — the good stuff is nearly gone and my mouth is otherwise occupied. First one here picks the next flavor.
National Sandwich Day and I've decided I'm the filling — the bread situation is still unresolved. Come complete the stack?
It's Cliché Day, so I committed fully — bubbles up to the edge and a book I've read three pages of. The tub is rated for two, for the record. Come make the cliché worth it?
Deviled Egg Day got the full commitment — apron tied, nothing else, and half the filling never made it into the eggs. Come be my taste-tester?
Halloween's packed away and the marigolds are out — Day of the Dead called for candles, petals, and honestly not much else. Come sit with me among the flowers?
Halloween proper at last — the pumpkin's carved, the hat stayed on, and the rest of the costume was sacrificed to the season. Trick or treat, and I already know which one you're hoping for.
It's Mischief Night and I'm taking the assignment literally — window open, cat ears on, and this costume barely qualifies as dressed. The night's young and my list of small crimes is long. Coming with, or are you my alibi?