I promised I would be back on Thursday. It's Thursday!
I like Tuesday and Thursday. They have no meaning. One is the day after Monday and the other is the day before Friday.
Actually, Thursdays are the day our money gets deposited into our primary checking account, so it should mean something. But I'm in the Wayback Machine right now.
My dad used to call me the Champaign Kid with the Beer Pocket Parents. That wasn't exactly true. My parents were extremely frugal. They had money to burn.
We lived in a nice house with plenty of room. It just wasn't in a special neighborhood. I hated that.
I had my own room from the age of thirteen, and I got to pick out the paint, the drapes, and the furniture. It was the showplace of the house. My mother use to encourage me to leave my door open.
Could my dad have been right? Nah.