Every morning, sometimes before i have had my first sip of my morning tea, i go get the paper for my husband.  It used to be an excuse to have a smoke, since he doesn't smoke and i wouldn't think of smoking in a house he lives in.  Now, however, i don't smoke.  Last drag of my last fag was around 11pm on February 17th (but who's counting?).  So now, i get a paper and don't smoke.  Sometimes, like this morning, i think i should have had some tea.  I went to a paper box.  Didn't even pay attention to the headline, was only grateful they had a couple left.  But should i have been?  Nope.  When Walt tried to read it, he got a sense of deja vous...  yep, it was Friday's paper.  Everyone is sure today isn't still Friday, right?  Yeah, i thought so.  
Big time bonus points to 
(e:terry) [inlink]terry,437[/inlink], indeed, for being the first peep to link to me in his journal (am i using the lingo right? damn, that question makes me feel old).  
Big time thank you to 
(e:uncutsaniflush) for showing me how to do this link business.  It is sooo handy having a fellow 
(e:peep) in the house.