My Father, who was born in 1901, had a wry sense of humor. He was hospitalized a couple of times after he retired for some minor surgery. On one ocasion, the doctor asked him if he knew what day it was. My Father replied, “Hell, no. I’m retired. If I want to know what day it is, I look at the newspaper!” The other time, during the Reagan administration, the doctor asked him “Who’s the President of the United States?” My Father, after ruminating a bit, said “Roosevelt.” The doctor’s eyebrows went up bit. Then, my Father, with a twinkle in his eye, said “Teddy” and the doctor’s eyebrows went way up. My Mother and I and were trying to stifle a giggle, and the doctor is looking at us like we’re all lunitics. Then my Father blurts out "Okay, it’s Reagan…damnit!! And we all cracked up.He’s been gone 27 years and I still miss him.
Doctor Toon over 3 years ago
I switched jobs at work and went from working days to working nights
It’s one day when I go in and another when I get off and I rarely have 2 shifts off in a row
It’s been a little hard for me to remember what day it is, but it’s only been about as month so far
Ralph Newbill over 3 years ago
Pandemic Standard Time; I’m going to start using that!
I was FRAMED!!!!!! over 3 years ago
The ‘special’ thing about today, is that it is ‘the day day before tomorrow, and by strange coincidence, the day after yesterday.’
WCraft Premium Member over 3 years ago
Today? Why it’s just another manic Monday!
bxclent Premium Member over 3 years ago
Zen-of-Zinfandel over 3 years ago
They’re an hour ahead of Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever time.
jel354 over 3 years ago
“Tomorrow” never arrives, since it becomes “today” eventually.
Random Lurker Premium Member over 3 years ago
The only definite day I know is Wednesday, because then “It is Wednesday, my dudes!”
morgankhat over 3 years ago
My Father, who was born in 1901, had a wry sense of humor. He was hospitalized a couple of times after he retired for some minor surgery. On one ocasion, the doctor asked him if he knew what day it was. My Father replied, “Hell, no. I’m retired. If I want to know what day it is, I look at the newspaper!” The other time, during the Reagan administration, the doctor asked him “Who’s the President of the United States?” My Father, after ruminating a bit, said “Roosevelt.” The doctor’s eyebrows went up bit. Then, my Father, with a twinkle in his eye, said “Teddy” and the doctor’s eyebrows went way up. My Mother and I and were trying to stifle a giggle, and the doctor is looking at us like we’re all lunitics. Then my Father blurts out "Okay, it’s Reagan…damnit!! And we all cracked up.He’s been gone 27 years and I still miss him.