I am proud to note that I have boldly discarded calendars going back to 1997. Some I saved with a vague notion of framing the pages and rotating images. (Which I did with one. I think The Kid took it and all the prints.) I tossed one yesterday that had quilts designs with instruction on the back.

We still use a calendar on the refrigerator door to alert household members who's got to be where on what date and time. It messes up the image on the previous page, but I try not to care.

Maryn, who also uses an online calendar, but less reliably