I have a calendar hanging on my wall that I like all the time except the first day of each month when I have to change it. I have to shuffle the numbers and it's sort of a pain. Usually though, the reordering of the numbers goes off without a hitch.
Last weekend, Adam asked me what was going to happen after the 30th.
I gave him my best blank stare.
He asked me again.
More blank staring.
He pointed to the calendar.
I'm not sure how that happened.
If the Mayans were wrong and the world doesn't end tomorrow, we still may have problems.
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