Every year has a Pi day (3.14) if you do your dates in American.

I actually forgot I was on 24-hour time so my screen shot read 21 where the correct digit is 9, and by the time I realized I could change my timezone I had to go all the way to Mountain Time. Sigh.

Also I made pie, which was oddly enough perfect on the inside (wonderfully flavored and didn't run all over when the pie was cut) but the crusts, shall we say, were neither light nor fluffy. They didn't fall apart, though, you could serve a slice of pie and it had both crusts and all its filling. And was yummy. Just, shall we say, chewy.

I love how *human* appreciation for this particular holiday on this particular year is. African elephants and dolphins probably have months, and they may have years, but I doubt they have centuries, and I doubt very seriously they have Pi to more than 10, decimal, places.