Here's to a chaste, generic and (illiterate?) night...

My supercool Have-a-Day calendar actually has "have a night" sayings on Fridays and Saturdays. Today it says, "Have a night painting the town red," and beneath the smiley face splattered with red paint, it marks this day as "National Night Out." [They have some of the weirdest date denotions in my calendar from Bad Poetry Day to Evel Kneivel's birthday..]

This particular Saturday night, I'm staying home and doing laundry.

Should I have looked at my calendar before I decided to sit on my ass tonight?

Am I reading much too far into my calendar?

Verdict: my desire for clean clothing, coupled with budgetary constraints, will trump the calendar tonight.

Just call me Queen Homebody.