Where Else Would I Go on “National Prime Rib Day?”
Now, if you’re like some of my neighbors and friends, you might be saying “Corrie, don’t get sucked in by something like ‘National Prime Rib Day.’ It’s a gimmick.”
I understand that perfectly. I didn’t run to the grocery store for Vienna sausages and those cardboard tubes of biscuits on “National Pigs in a Blanket Day,” and I certainly didn’t grab Mr. Pulaski on “National Hug a Plumber Day.” Both of those days were real and occurred last week as well. You can look it up.
I did, however, seriously consider dessert on “National Cherry Cheesecake Day,” but I did not fire up the oven on “National Zucchini Bread Day.” I made a donation to the Equus Foundation on “National Help a Horse Day” which was also “National Hairball Awareness Day” which didn’t prompt me to open my checkbook. I’m simply more of a horse person than cat person.
Just for fun, on “National Talk Like Shakespeare Day” I asked one of my oldest friends “Doth your mother know that thou wearest her sequin cowboy boots?” I was considerate when I said that by not getting too close to him as I was still feeling the effects of “National Garlic Day.”
You might think that people have gone overboard. If so, I thought about you on “National Sorry Charlie Day.”
Until next week, I am lovin’ life – and looking forward to July 27 when “National Day of the Cowboy” and “National Crème Brulee Day” coincide – in Cody Yellowstone.