Best Day of the Year

In the interest of honesty and openness, I have to say that Pancake Day isn’t officially the best day of the year. The honor of that title has to go to Treat Yo’ Self Day. (That’s from Parks and Recreation, one of the greatest shows of all time.)

However, I still say it’s a decent holiday. Easily in the top 10,


There’s no pressure. You don’t have to get together with family or friends. You don’t have to listen to music (though I do enjoy the music at other holidays). You don’t have to make a 5 million-course meal. Your pancake doesn’t even have to look any good, as you can see from this picture of mine.


You just sit around and eat pancakes. Maybe there are some races, but those are absurd and fun.

The best part is that nobody can judge you for eating too many pancakes. There’s no such thing as too many. Just eat as many as you can. Go for it. Who cares? It’s pancake day.

Don’t take the last one because that’s a bit rude. To save you from rudeness, I’ll take it. You’re welcome.

Invite me to yours for the next Pancake Day, please.

Also, small note: Pancake Day fell on Galentine’s Day (February 13) this year, so it was extra good. (For those counting, that’s two Parks and Rec holidays mentioned in one post. Obviously I’m really cool.)

What’s Galentine’s Day? Basically, Parks and Recreation’s Leslie Knope created a day where women could  celebrate women, and it was also a day to celebrate friendship. A great day, really. I hung out with my friends, so my Galentine’s was successful. Invite me to yours next year.

To recap, please invite me to your Pancake Day and Galentine’s Day celebrations, thank you.


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