“Why are you getting dressed for work?” I asked Mary after she got out of the shower.
She gave me a puzzled look, “Because I have to go in and open the store.”
“On a Sunday?” I asked with some concern in my voice, adding, “Since when did you make that change?”
“Tom,” my wife responded politely, “It’s Monday.”
Shaking my head, I shot back, “No, it’s Sunday!”
“No, dear…it’s Monday,” Mary said a little firmer than before.
“Then what the eff happened to Sunday?” I questioned.
She smiled, “That was yesterday. I think you’re confused because I did an open to close on Saturday.”
Since I hadn’t yet gotten out of bed, flopped backwards, grabbed my pillow, covered my head and screamed as loud and as hard as I could. Awake now but still befuddled, I got up and fed the dogs as Mary continued to get ready for work.
So now, I know it’s Monday, my throat hurts from screaming, I’m hoarse and can hardly speak. Pehaps it would’ve been better had I remained addled.