Ever wonder which day of the week a person is most likely to suffer from appendicitis? Well, last November, when my oldest son had a fever and a sharp pain in his side, I took him to the doctor. The doctor was sure my son had appendicitis. Because it was Friday. And appendicitis usually happens on Friday.
I don’t know if the doctor was joking about the Friday thing, or if he had any scientific proof, or if it was a casual observation, but he was right about my son’s appendix. It had ruptured and it required surgery.
But the doctor was also wrong–my son’s side ache had started on a Thursday night.
My theory is that the weird stuff happens on Thursdays rather than Fridays. Here’s my evidence:
Yesterday (Thursday), every Blogger blog that links to my WordPress blog showed my latest post as:
Life in the Highlands
Basketball Blues
38 years ago
38 years ago! Wow. I must have been the first blogger ever. And a prodigy, too, since I wasn’t old enough 38 years ago to sing my ABC’s, much less read or know how to turn on a not-yet-invented personal computer, log onto a non-existent internet, type in a password, write a post about a basketball game played by my future 17 and 16 year old sons, and then hit publish.
All without getting any of my baby drool on the keyboard.
And yesterday (Thursday), I also noticed this:
This gingerbread house still has candy. (Unlike the one from my post 38 years ago.)
Why? What is wrong with the candy on this gingerbread house? Are my kids prejudiced against certain kinds of candy? Do they have favorites? Because I thought I had raised them to be tolerant of all types. To consider all candy equal. Where did I go wrong?
And one other thing happened yesterday (while it was still Thursday):
We received a Christmas card from an important senator of the United States of America. How did we get on his Christmas card list? Do we know him? Did I strike up a conversation with him while he was standing in line behind me at the grocery store and he decided I was so nice and polite that he needed to send our family a Christmas card? Or, was he doing his genealogy and realized that we were related to his long lost cousin’s great aunt’s brother?
Does the senator even do his own grocery shopping? And just how far back can he trace his ancestry? And do we have to send him a Christmas card in return? And do we also have to send one to the guy who sold us a car eight years ago? Because he still sends us one. And, will the senator continue to send us Christmas cards for the next eight years whether we re-elect him or not?
I’m thinking that we shouldn’t send Christmas cards to anyone. That way, no one will feel left out. Or, everyone will feel left out.
Or maybe they’ll just consider it one of the many weird things that happens on a Thursday.
I’m sure glad it’s Friday.
I’m laughing. And I have to say that I’m loving your blog. I may be forced to put you on my sidebar.
WOW! Thursday does sound unlucky. But how can that one gingerbread house still have candy?
38 years ago – now that’s some freakyness!