I thought Thursday was Friday. I was very sad to learn that Thursday wasn't really Friday. But I'm happy now, knowing that Friday isn't over. Friday is my favorite day. And since I had my Friday today... unknowingly... I've sort of got two Friday's this week.
So who set me straight? How did I come to learn that Thursday was just a Thursday and not my favorite day... Friday?
Rick did. I was casually announcing that I was going to go to my Weight Watcher's meeting tomorrow morning and Rick asked, "Which one?"
"What do you mean, 'Which one?'"
"Which one are you going to?"
"The only one I go to."
"I thought you only went there on Saturdays."
** blink, blink **
"You are aware that tomorrow ISN'T Saturday, right?"
"Uh, sure. Yeah. And by the way... is it 2011 yet?"