That’s my birthday as well!
It’s as easy to remember as 123.
That’s my birthday as well!
It’s as easy to remember as 123.
Lover’s Day!!!
Hell yeah!!!
(…I don’t have a lover:(:()
It seems like most years Super Bowl days is either on my birthday, or misses it by a day or two. January 28. But this year it was pretty far off.
National Creamsicle Day. Hmmm…
Clean Out Your Refrigerator Day
Well that sucks.
National Ice cream day! Woot! Proclaimed so in 1984 by President Ronald Reagan.
National Caviar Day.
Sigh…
This year or according to that site? Because if you’re July 18 as well that’s sorta freaky.
National Lasagna Day?
For some reason I find this completely hilarious, and am delighted by this newfound knowledge. It seems like weird timing, though. Who the hell wants to slave over a hot oven making lasagna in the middle of the summer? Lasagna is nicer in the winter, imho.
ETA: turns out they addressed the weird timing on the webpage:
Um, okay…
Welcome to freaksville. There’s also another Vin Diesel on the boards IIRC.
Among other things, Alan Moore’s birthday. Which I really isn’t a holiday, but is pretty cool.
I have Clean Up Your Room day. Wanna hug?
Hey! I already claimed that one.
But Kyla we get to eat lasagna! What could be better?
National Kindergarten day… 21 April… so i should get out the crayons?
Sewing Machine Day and Swap Ideas Day. Oh goody!
April 22:
“Girl Scout Leader Day” - Uh, weird.
“National Jelly Bean Day” - That’s cool
“Earth Day” -
Not on a holiday, but it’s 3 days before Halloween. There’s always a party going on somewhere. And before they moved the date of the US’s shift from Daylight Saving Time, my Sunday birthdays were an extra hour long.
My sister’s BD is on Christmas, kinda a bummer. And my dad’s BD, which is the same as Elvis’s, is the same day that his mother died.
National Splurge Day! Whoo hoo! I can officially SPLURGE on my birthday!
Every few years it falls on Father’s Day, too.
Ear muff day and jewel day? I’m not even much into jewelry! I like the feastday though: it’s St Solomon, King, which I reckon means I own shares on the patron saint of smartmouths.
Back in High School, it would be the week of the school’s fiesta. I got refused entry into the dance hall because I was 14 years and 363 days old and the required age was 15 years… it got solved thanks to the application of a borrowed ID; the following year I was refused entry again because my haircut and pic didn’t match any more, again a borrowed ID worked.