Till one day your mom just sends a message saying 'Hey, you weren't born on a Wednesday, you were born on a Tuesday.'
No idea how my mom suddenly received that blinding epiphany - or even why - but damn. How in the world had she gotten the days mixed up? Didn't she say Wednesday was the only operating day of the week?
And here I spent half my school life channelling a woeful Wednesday Addams when I should have been a graceful Tuesday instead.
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
Graceful eh? Guess I should have become a ballet dancer.