540 .... I mean 538 .... school days to retirement.
I've known all along that school started on August 3rd.
But at dinner tonight, it hit me.
August Freaking Third.
What in the world is going on?
Is this a sign of the apocalypse? We start back to school while it's still summer? Are you KIDDING me?
We will hand out our first progress reports BEFORE. LABOR. DAY.
We will have five Casual Fridays before the first college football game.
And we get our lovely furlough days in No-Freakin-Vember? And one of them is on a TUESDAY?
That fits nicely into EVERYONE'S schedule.
Two more (sort of random) signs that the apocalypse is upon us:
- On The Price is Right the other day (Sweet Girl, I know you can't believe I only watched it three times all summer), one of the models was VISIBLY PREGNANT. And they mentioned it!
- The church up the street from us has a "For Sale" sign in front of it.
So far, I've made my lunch the night before (instead of scrambling around madly at 7:30 AM, which I should be leaving the house) one night in a row.