Remember, remember the fifth of November — and I'm celebrating with my own kind of fireworks tonight. Come light my fuse, daddy.
Remember, remember the fifth of November — and I'm celebrating with my own kind of fireworks tonight. Come light my fuse, daddy.
National Housewife's Day called for the official uniform — just an apron, and everything else went straight in the wash. Come fold warm towels with me, daddy.
It's National Sandwich Day and I'm in here stacking mine way too tall — the flannel was just getting in the way so it lost. Tell me exactly what you'd want between your bread, daddy.
They gave us an extra hour today and I'm spending every single minute of it exactly like this — no clothes, no plans, no hurry. Come take the empty half of this bed, daddy.
The Halloween decorations are finally going back in their box — but the horns earned a stay of execution. Come help me decide what else stays on, daddy.
National Candy Corn Day and I turned the bag into a little game for myself — one piece at a time, working my way down. Come find the last one, daddy.
Mischief Night got me feeling dangerous — stripped down on the porch swing with the pumpkin lights watching everything. Come make some trouble with me, baby.
National Hermit Day and I went fully unplugged — no clothes, no plans, nobody knocking. The quiet is doing things to me I didn't expect. Want to be the one I let in, baby?
Oh my fucking goodness, it's National Oatmeal Day and I took the skincare thing way past my face — full body scrub, every inch covered, and the bathroom door is staying locked. Come help me rinse it off, daddy?
It's National Chocolate Day and I took it way too literally — melted the whole bar and somewhere along the way the spoon stopped being enough. Come lick it off me, baby.