The Husband was at work this week, surfing The Weather Network to see how the rest of the week was going to pan out; crossing his fingers for a smooth ride on Christmas Day.
"Looks like Wednesday snow, Thursday clear, Friday snow," he muses.
"What does Saturday say?" asks Millie, a co-worker.
Without missing a beat, The Husband squeaks in a very high-pitched voice:
"Hi! My name's Saturday!"