Friday, not to be confused with...

I went through almost half the day today believing it was Saturday. Seriously. First, I read a street parking sign that said on Saturday, it is 2-hour parking. So, I was like “sweet, I can park here!” And this was on the way to the Children’s Museum with Michael and when we got there they stamped our hands with a stamp that said, “Friday” and I thought that was really funny. “Oops,” I thought, “the guy at the front desk forgot to switch the stamp to the correct date.” And then hours later, at work, the deli department got on the intercom and announced our “Five dollar Friday special” and I giggled because I thought he said the wrong announcement. It wasn’t until I actually looked up at the screen on my checkstand, when a customer writing a check asked me, “What’s the date today?” that I saw the answer, “Friday, January 29" clear as clear could get! And that's when I FINALLY got a clue.