I’ve been feeling pretty pleased by all these “official” days March has been serving up in the last week or so.
Immediately following International Women’s Day, the good citizens of America were bequeathed with National Meatball Day, which I fully intend to celebrate this weekend by tucking into some saucy balls with my “Hug Me I’m Half Italian” bib simultaneously tucked into a pair of high-waisted sweatpants.
(Watch out, New York. I’m redefining the way high-fashion and meatpacking intersect.)
Also, apparently last Friday was National Grammar Day, so here are Seven Bar Jokes Involving Grammar and Punctuation, from the McSweeney’s archive.
A personal favorite:
“A dangling modifier walks into a bar. After finishing a drink, the bartender asks it to leave.”
If you need me, I’ll be at The Meatball Shop stretching out the old nerd-pants.