But the child that is born on the Sabbath day is fair and wise, good and gay
There's a joke in there somewhere, but I'm not going to make it.
Saturday's child works hard for a living.
::also dies laughing::
Considering, you know, I'm posting this from work and shit.
Well... well... if you only had superspeed!
As children, my sister mocked me for being a Wednesday's child--she would follow me around, saying "Woe, woe, wooooooooooe!"
Ah! Toilets cleaned, slipcovers in the wash, screens are back in the windows. Now at least I can go get myself something tasty while I'm running errands and enjoy it.
Friday's child is loving and giving;
::dies laughing::
HEY! I am very loving and giving, thankyewverymuch!!
Watch me love to give you this raspberry. Plllbbbbttt.
I'm a woeful Wednesday. I got your doom right here.
I made the mistake of telling my husband that next week, the symphony was whoring itself out in a "music of Led Zepplin" concert, complete with shrieking lead singer.
Guess what I'm now doing next Friday?
I'm another woeful Wednesday. WAH!
I definitely got one of the four Sunday qualities.