I’m just going to throw it out there. My husband can’t whistle. Yup. There it is. When you start feeling like you’re having a bad day, just think about how much worse it could be. You could be pursing your lips, blowing air through the little hole, and getting nothing in response. You could look like a total fool just trying to get some noise, any noise, to come out of your mouth. You could fail miserably trying to whistle along with your favorite songs on the radio. You could never whistle while you work. The devastation is endless.

Clearly my husband needs a little cheering up every once in a while. I can’t imagine a life without whistling. It’s just too traumatic. So in order to get him smiling again, I like to leave him little treats in his lunchbox. Preferably with pink tags that are extremely feminine. The more flowers, hearts, and stars, the better. I only wish I could see his face when he pulls out these treats at work, in a room full of macho men. I’m sure they’re all jealous.

Fortunately for me, there are so many talented bloggers out there who design cute little tags when I don’t have the time. I found these little donut printables on Damask Love. You can print them here. There’s endless possibilities with these little cut-outs.

These are perfect treats for friends, neighbors, or co-workers that might be having an actual bad day. Although I’ll take any excuse to make little treats for my hubby, not being able to whistle does not actually count as a bad day. We are well aware that our life is pretty dang good. We are thankful every day for the blessings we have, and try to take time to appreciate everything we’ve been given. When I’m having what feels like a ‘bad day,’ I try to remind myself that it could always be worse.

Take a second to be grateful for your bad days. And then make a little treat for someone else, someone who is having a day worse than yours. Making someone else smile is the best cure to your bad day. Trust me.

 I cannot believe how fast summer came and went. All this talk about Pumpkin Spice Lattes is making me sick. I am not a fall/winter type of gal. I will take my summers year-round thank you very much. I can’t very well be expected to read next to the pool in 40 degree weather, now can I? Who needs a PSL when you can have a cocktail next to the pool? I need to move to an island; the sooner the better. Until then, I will continue bringing smiles to the world. Or maybe just my condo complex. Okay, maybe just to Lucy.

I made these Ding Dong Ditch treats last year, and decided to re-vamp the tag a little. You can print the new tag here.

As you can see, Lucy clearly enjoyed the photography session today. In Brendan’s words, “She is such a gorgeous beast.” She eyed those Ding Dongs as if they were a can of freshly opened tuna.

*No Cats Were Harmed in the Photography of the Ding Dongs*