Holidays are happy days so I invented a new one. It’s called “Be Nice to Amee Day”. What? You’ve never heard of it. Oh, you’ve been missing out. Let me tell you more about this important holiday. Let’s pretend I was born on July 9th. I would celebrate Be Nice to Amee Day on August 9th, September 9th, October 9th etc. On Be Nice to Amee Day, I am nice to myself. If I want a present, I buy it. I ask for things I want , and I pay extra attention on looking and feeling my best. I look forward to it every month as a happy tradition.
I’ve had a lot of fun with Be Nice to Amee Day over the years. I’ve also had some embarrassing moments. This is the embarrassing kind, but it had a happy ending. There was a handsome boy in my college class. I stared at him whenever the teacher got boring. I knew that if we could just talk he would discover our souls were meant to be together. Finally, I could bear it no longer. He wasn’t talking to me, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I sat close by him. I smiled at him. He smiled back. I told him about my monthly tradition and invited him to take me to the movies on Friday to celebrate Be Nice to Amee Day. He seemed a bit surprised and then politely told me that he was planning to ask his girlfriend to marry him this Friday.
My 19-year-old heart broke and I blurted out, “That’s a terrible way to spend Be Nice to Amee Day.” I spent the rest of the class frantically taking notes to avoid looking at the boy. The one time I did look up, I caught another guy staring at me with a silly grin on his face. After class, he asked me to dinner so we could celebrate Be Nice to Amee Day. We went to Olive Garden.
I told you holidays are happy days.