Instagram and everyone keeps asking about prompt one, May Day.
What is May Day? WHAT IS MAY DAY? How do you not know?
I'll tell you.
In my childhood, May Day is a day when you fill dixie cups with anything your mom can find in the pantry. This can include but is not limited to popcorn, peanuts, M&Ms (but usually it's baking chocolate chips because who has M&Ms lying around?) and sometimes random cereal if times are really hard or mom hasn't grocery shopped in awhile.
So you fill the cups with weird old pantry food, stick a pipe cleaner through both sides to make a miniature cup bucket, and then you take them around to your neighbors and drop them on the porch.
You ring the doorbell and run. Rumor has it if you get caught, you get kissed. I wouldn't know because I was the fasted kid ever, but I'm pretty sure my sister would trip on the steps or fall in the grass every year and get slathered in gross neighbor kisses. She wasn't the most athletic child. Or perhaps she was just craving attention? I'm not sure on that one.
So I want to know, is this just a Nebraska thing or do other states follow in this odd tradition?
And if you really want to feel bad about yourself browse "May Day baskets" on Pinterest. Whyyyy? Why are we constantly raising the bar and doing this to ourselves? I'm proud of the random crafts/treats I always brought to school as a kid. It made me more resilient and self confident.
If you can handle being a 7 year old with the ugliest May Day basket in class you can handle anything.
That being said, May Day is whatever the hell you want it to be.
So happy weekend. Happy birthday month, siblings! And of course, happy May Day. Summer is on the horizon.