Sundaes on Saturday

I’m gutted.

I just pulled out a different calendar

– one I had placed in a strategic place...

a trip hazard,

ensuring that I would find a place

to hang the calendar...

so I could see what was happening

each day.

(Over the years,

I have become very adept

at stepping over trip hazards!)

As I turned the calendar from

January to February,

today’s date jumped out at me....

and written in today’s little box:

Eat Ice-cream for Breakfast Day.

What!

I missed it!

I missed the perfect excuse

to head out to the freezer,

pull out the tub of ice-cream

and have some for breakfast!

Oh well... maybe next year.

(Here’s the background story on Ice-cream for Breakfast Day: Two kids, Ruth and Joe, grew up in a remote area of America.  Winters were freezing and life was very boring.  Their creative parents created a day to brighten up the wintery days.  They declared the first Saturday of February to be Ice-cream for Breakfast day.  After the kids grew up and moved away, they told people – who told people, who told other people...)