Wrong. It's Saturday. But all day I was thinking it was Sunday. I don't know why, but I suspect it was because my son came over to watch football with his father, and he always does that on a Sunday, except this time -- he came over on a Saturday.
And while I was waiting for him to arrive I was wondering why my sister didn't call me. Duh! She calls me on Sunday, and today is Saturday.
Also, I usually do grandchildren on Sundays, and David joined me today for a cooking lesson. He's good at it, too! But, I had to remind myself that it wasn't Sunday.
And finally, I was waiting for Iron Chef America to come on. Duh! That's on Sunday, not Saturday.
TODAY IS SATURDAY. Well, the 13 minutes that are left of it.
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