Every day ends the same way:
… with “day” written at the end of it.
note: why do people say the entire day’s name?
“To is Mon; yester was Sun; tomorrow is Tues.”
Maybe I’m just a simplificationist … or simple … or something.
double note: no one ever asks what night it is. I guess they’ve had all day to figure it out.
triple note: if you have a “hump year” … that’s kind of sad really.
quadruple note: why are “week days” and “days of the week” not the same thing?
… that rule usually works for everything else!
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
Hey! I knew I was full of something!
… and that cookie tin would come in handy one day.
notes to myself #62
Filling in Social Studies’ test blanks with Fred Flintsone, when you don’t know the answer, will never come back to haunt you.