It really was uneventful here as far as any sort of fun was concerned, but that’s not what I’m talking about. You know those national and international “holidays” that sound like a lot of laughs? Well, there weren’t any today. Here are the three that made it onto the “official” list:

Batman Day.

The cleaners lost my cape, and Robin quit when I couldn’t afford to pay him any longer, so this one didn’t work out too well.

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Talk Like a Pirate Day.

Don’t. Just don’t.

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National Dance Day.

Anyone remember how to foxtrot? Didn’t think so. It might have been fun, if the Glenn Miller Orchestra had shown up. A little spooky, too, considering . . .

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So you see what I mean — a total bust of a day. But looking ahead, Saturday (the 21st) promises to be a beaut — eleven events, including Big Whopper Liar Day. I didn’t even know the Trumpster had a day named after him.

And on that totally boring note, I’ll be signing off now. See you back here tomorrow.

TTFN,
Brendochka
9/19/24