{I Know Everything There is to Know}

It’s been fun reading everybody’s questions. I’ve gotten several questions in the comment section, and a few more via email. No pill capsules in the mail, however. What a disappointment. I will hold out hope, however, because Canada is evidently a foreign country and as soon as mail reaches the 49th parallel, it mysteriously stops…for six days…and then is allowed to carry on to its final destination.

I do not know why this happens, exactly, but I think it has something to do with giving the mail time to really think about its choice to move to such a cold country. [Little do the post offices know, that mail is stubborn and will move to Canada come hell or high water. I mean, look at me–I had an entire two years to think about marrying Poor Kyle and moving north, and here I am.]

Anyway, remember that the questioning is open throughout each week. I think I’ll make question-answering day on Thursdays, because Thursdays are such glorious days.

Have I ever regaled you with my theory on Thursdays? No? Well, you’re in for a treat:

Thursdays are such hopeful days. Without them, life would be boring. Bland. Flavourless. Salt with no savour.

Bland, no?

They’re really, truly, the best day of my week, every week. See, Mondays are bad [for obvious reasons]…


…and on Tuesday, the rest of the week still seems quite interminable.

Wednesdays have nothing to boast (unless you’re an elementary school kid and have a half-day on Wednesdays, but usually that is a sure sign you’ve got piano lessons after school, so don’t get to hasty, elementary kids).


Fridays would seem like the best days of the week, but I, myself, find them a bit depressing. On a Friday, I always think, “Oh, good…the weekend.” But the thought that invariably follows is “Oh no–it’s going to be gone so soon!” Talk about the glass being half empty, eh? I know.


Saturdays just lull me into a false state of tranquility [and that’s only if I don’t have chores to do]…

… and on Sundays, the impending doom of Monday is such that I can enjoy nothing else…


Which leaves Thursday…

On Thursday, the weekend is near enough to start planning and looking forward to, but not soon enough to actually start dreading its end. Friday has not yet come to start the worries, Saturday is far in the distance, and Sunday’s dream-crushing reality seems a lifetime away.

Makes quite a difference, don’t you think?

There’s so much hope in a Thursday.

So there you have it: one more thing to make Thursday your best day of the week.

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11 Responses to {I Know Everything There is to Know}

  1. Alice says:

    Great dissection of the week. Thursdays were mighty popular in college too. ; )

  2. Anonymous says:

    You’ve convinced me. Thursdays are good. Come to think of it, i’ve met many ofmy bestest friends on Thursdays, so i’ve always considered it lucky in that way. People seem friendlier on Thursdays.

  3. Anonymous says:

    What about the month of AUGUST? Even Thursdays don’t have a chance in August. What are your feelings on August Thursdays?

  4. Anonymous says:

    u are so funny i love the popsicle drawing on thursday. it truly is the best day of the week.

  5. Lindsey Burnham says:

    Ahh, yes. The good ‘ol Thursday. I remember so vividly all the times in Jr AP History saying “It’s Thursday, we’re almost dead…” Haha.

    You do have to give Wednesday a little bit of credit though, I mean he does hold the hope of Thursday on the horizon…

  6. Lindsey Burnham says:

    Sorry, that last deletes comment was me. I pasted my last comment twice on accident…

  7. Loralee Choate says:

    Dude. You are a way better artist than I am.

  8. A Letter To Kayleen says:

    true story. thursdays trump every other day of the week.

    i recently had a conversation with my older sister about the false sense of relaxation sundays are suppose to be bring about. i mean, how can anyone relax knowing what’s waiting for them once they wake up? we should petition that saturdays be turned into sundays. it just makes more sense…

  9. HeatherPride says:

    How funny – I never thought to make Thursday the best day of the week, but CLEARLY it is! Your argument is just too good to be refuted!

  10. Joel says:

    I don’t know what day it is half the time (well, more than half if we are going to get technical…) anyways, so it doesn’t make a whole lot of difference to me. I’ve got a whole mess of plans for pretty much every day, so they tend to run together.

    And yes, I actually do lose track of what day it is quite frequently.

  11. Anonymous says:

    Millie,

    I agree entirely. In fact, I do believe I was the one to come up with this idea. Thanks a lot for publishing it without giving me credit!

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