Out of Days…again

My calendar has just about run out of days…again.

It keeps happening, more and more.

I buy a new calendar full of fresh new days and before I know it…done.

Time for a refill…again.

So I’m thinking of buying a bigger calendar, with a lot more days.

Maybe twice as many days.

I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.

I don’t know why no one’s thought of it before.

Such a simple idea.

A calendar with twice as many days.

We’d all be half our ages.

No sore backs, no grey hair, no no hair, no hair where you don’t want it.

Not yet…not with the new calendars.

The only people I can think of that would be against it would be the calendar people.

The same people that charge you 15 dollars for a calendar up until December 25^th…then cut the price in half to $7.50 on December 26^th, because, you know, the days get cheaper after Christmas.

Not sure why.

It’s not like you even need a new calendar until a week after Christmas, anyway.

Unless you absolutely can’t wait to get a look at those cute little puppy puggie faces.

Or those Hot Buns and Fab Abs.

But this way, they can charge full price, maybe all the way until 4^th of July…whenever it gets here….maybe next February.

Hey, I didn’t say there weren’t some kinks to iron out.

But when you get right down to it…who really needs a calendar at all, these days?

I mean, except to look at the Hot Buns.

My phone pretty much tells me what day it is every morning, not to mention, the time, traffic and the weather.

Come to think of it, I suppose it could even provide me with a daily hot bun pic as well, if I wanted…not that I would do that.  Or at least tell you I would do that.

Still, I have a Norman Rockwell Calendar in my office…along with my Little Zen, page a Day calendar…and a Monet Calendar in the bedroom.

And that’s just me.

Z has her Polar Bear Calendar in the kitchen plus her Mary Engelbright Calendar in the laundry room…the one that goes along with her Mary Engelbright Pocket Calendar in her pocket.

I guess we just like the pictures…with or without the Hot Buns and Fab Abs.

And, if you asked me what the date was…I’d have to look at my phone to tell you.

But I still think it’s a good idea to find a calendar with extra days.

Not that I really have time for that…unless of course I can find one.

I already looked at the mall…no luck.

Nothing on-line, either…not even Amazon, who has everything.

So maybe I’m on a Fool’s errand…something that seems to happen to me a lot for some reason.

Like the time I went looking for a giant pair of sunglasses that would cover the entire sun so we wouldn’t need individual pairs for everybody.

Thought for sure I was on to something there.

But that’s just how I am…always thinking of everyone else.

Like the time I tried to find a giant set of ear phones for my iPod so everyone else could hear the music with me.

Yeah…I know.

But I haven’t given up on that or the sunglasses, so don’t be surprised when the New Year seems just a tad longer than the Old Year.

Maybe I can make my own calendar by combining the Rockwell with the Monet.

Nah…I’m not that dumb.

Their styles would never mesh.

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