Even a Late-Night Line Counts

With an hour left of May twenty-second, I have to decide whether to write champagne and ice-cream sandwiches, Bed-Bath-and-Beyond in a fit of organization, paper mache with 4th and 5th graders, or crocheting in anticipation of my cousin's soon-to-be-born baby boy; apparently, my command of punctuation makes it so I can mention them all.