Resolution of Days

Sunday told me that it wanted to be Friday. Sunday was tired of people’s whining about the weekend being too short and grumbling about having to go back to work on Monday.

So I called Friday. Friday was bitching to me about how it wasn’t an important day. Everyone was relieved it was the end of the work week and they didn’t do their best. Plus it was hard to be around so many drunk people.

I told Friday about Sunday’s desire. Friday got excited and asked me to get Sunday on the phone. I conference called in Sunday. Sunday and Friday agreed to switch.

After I got off the phone I listened to a message from Wednesday. Wednesday told me it’s tired of being called the Hump Day. It wants to stop being a day altogether and would like to be an oak tree.