Yep. It happened. I'm officially going senile. All this working the night shift has caught up with me and suddenly Saturday has transformed into Sunday in my head.
It's a shame, really. I'm not that old, yet. Although, I am turning 55 next weekend. Lucky for me, I have a husband to set me straight. Guess he figures he owes me one since I've been reminding him of the day of the week on a semi-regular basis for over 28 years.
Aw, heck! I'm only a day ahead of myself. Mom always said I was an overachiever.

