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.