We're celebrating Bastille Day here chez moi -- because, well, why the heck not.
Sometimes, if we can't find a holiday and we are hard up for a party, we will celebrate Tuesday Afternoon.
However, today the book I am currently writing took a surprising, but very cool, turn. This is fantastic, of course, because it yanked me into a highly productive writing day (though as a result I am kind of scrunched up, with my shoulders ratcheted up to my earlobes). This is a good enough reason to party, in my opinion. (Or perhaps do some yoga?) But I do not need an excuse to celebrate today!
Bastille Day is an actual holiday, with a lovely (though historically questionable and of course horribly out-of-touch) command regarding food. My French may be a bit rusty, but I think I have got it -- so this is what I just made for dinner tonight.
Let them eat cupcakes! (But let them wait for frosting.)