In my most humble opinion (you can always count on the humblest of opinions from Leos), I have a remarkably cool birthday: August 8th. NOFX even wrote a song about it ~

Birds sing
There's not a cloud in the sky 
Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day
I see a bunch of hippies crying 
Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day

Yes, it’s true – August 8th is a beautiful day. And as I recently discovered, it is also Happiness Happens Day.

Seriously. This is a thing.

Our nation boasts a huge number of bizarre commemorative days. Today, for example, is National Weed Your Garden Day, Kitchen Klutzes of America Day, and Sewing Machine Day (this is a random assortment – there are others), and tomorrow is Pop Goes the Weasel Day, Strawberry Shortcake Day, and Bourbon Day. Why do we have these days? Who the hell knows. We just do.

So live it up, folks. Smash a dish on the kitchen floor, then sew together a pair of gardening gloves and pull some weeds. Tomorrow, whistle Pop Goes the Weasel while you pour bourbon over strawberry shortcake. But take care not to drink so much that you go from happy-drunk to sad-drunk. You wouldn’t want to spoil National Smile Power Day on the 15th!

Weirdly enough, I just happened upon my horoscope for the week, and it’s this:

Therefore, I believe myself justified in assigning June 13th yet another designation: National Meaningless Coincidence Day.