Happy Hump Day!

I know it's not really hump day. Wednesday is hump day, right? The day when people across the world feed into their inner beastly desires, run around in their birthday suits, and do it like they do on the discovery channel.

Which is what I actually thought, until K clarified the meaning of hump day for me... one week ago.

Let me recap the convo for you:

Me, talking to K on phone last Wednesday while he was away for work: Man, this has been a long week.

K: Yeah, but at least it's Wednesday!

Me: Ooh that's right! Hump day! You'll just have to run around your hotel room and hump the fresh linens.

K (long pause): You DO know that hump day is a term that means the middle of the week, signifying that the rest of the week is all downhill from here? 

Me (tilts head in confusion): You mean... it doesn't mean that everybody humps?

K, laughing hysterically: Um, no. 

And that, my friends, is how I learned about the birds and the bees. And how inappropriate my thought patterns are. Kindof like the time I learned what blumpkin means. But we'll save that for another post.