This is the first time in 28 years (even though I should give myself a pass when I wasn’t old enough to read or write) that I knew Mother’s Day would be celebrated on Sunday, May 10th without having to check a calendar or be told by my family members, friends, or colleagues.
Thank you for all the sacrifices you’ve made.
Whoever finds the most eggs wins; ipso facto, whoever finds the most eggs is the best, the most successful, and the most justified in drinking an entire bottle of wine before heading back into work on Monday.
Whether this is your first or 20th V-Day spent single, don’t fret.
Backwards Day – January 31. Yep there’s a national backwards day. Whether you walk backwards or talk backwards, it’s all in celebration of the wrong way round.
You can’t completely knock a season that’s strategically designed for mallomars.
All that damn midnight kiss pressure.
Dodging questions regarding “undesirable” aspects of your life.
As you may have discovered, there is no possible way to maintain a normal diet in December. Egg nog, panettone and tourtière will obliterate your standards faster than you can say “bah, humbug.” It’s bad news.
“It was soooo good to see you” *makes gagging face*