Welcome To The Twilight Zone

Rhiannon had last Friday off as compensation for living with sixth graders for a few nights. (Personally, I would need a little more than a day for dealing with that many kids all at once for an entire day. I did not go into teaching children for a reason.)

Saturday morning she wanted the newspaper to look at the sale flyers. The sale flyers are in Sunday's paper. She was confused.

Or maybe she wasn't. A couple hours later, this paper was delivered (after we had already recieved Saturday's paper.)

It contained all the sale flyers and everything any other Sunday paper should. Except all the news was from Friday.

Sunday morning, we have the following on our driveway:

For those of you scoring at home, that's two Sundays in one weekend. Weird.