JodyTheBad's Pirate Ship!

Two high school girls compiled a list of holidays for every day of the year, so you can see what strange "holiday" falls on your birthday.

My birthday falls on "National Milk Chocolate Day" (it should have been Coca-Cola day honestly)
Chase's day is Charles Dickens day
Connor's day is Noodle Ring day (and to think I don't even know what a noodle ring is)


National holiday listing.

And especially for Sean. . .
March 28 is . . . . Something On A Stick Day

But BOY was it an alarm. I had the heebie jeebies all night, thinking of that roasted squirrel. I abandoned my big plans for grilled Hawaiian chicken breast sandwiches (and they were going to be GOOD I tell you) and made Mark go pick up dinner.

This morning I caught a sidelong glance at the opened grill cover and the color didn't look quite right. I asked Mark to go take a closer look (because my eyes cannot safely behold grossness) and he discovered that the dead squirrel was in fact a paper towel SOMEONE had used to clean the grill and had left in there. We suspect that person's name rhymes with khan. And then he TOUCHED it, even though it had once or twice been mistaken for a dead squirrel. (He's crazy, I am telling you, this is proof.)

The paper towel, even close up, really does look like it might have been a dead squirrel. I guess those are the hazards of grilling in the dark. I'd grill earlier but I can't turn on the grill by myself and Mark doesn't get home till after dark.

. . . . is pretty much exactly what I said when I went to flip my chicken breasts on the grill and noticed that there was a charred (and thankfully dead) squirrel rocking in the hangy-grill-steamer basket attached to the lid.

I guess that's the hazard of grilling in the dark. And the hazard that comes from doing any kind of outdoor activity. I think I am swearing off going outside.

SHUDDER