Thursday.  Hmmm, interesting day is it not?  I mean, I know the scholars will rattle off some babble about it being named for Þunor, (Þunresdæg), but�?What the hell, why didn’t they just say Thor?  Jeeze, Þunor sounds like something I get on Saturday night. 

 

(Come get yer Þunor dear, last chance!)

Anyhow, I’m here to debunk that.  Naw, that’s not where it came from.  It actually started in the 14th century when the only days that had names were Saturday and Sunday.  (Week-ends had to have names, otherwise how would they know when the Super Bowl was?)  Anyway, the other days were just numbers, day five, day four, three, two and one.  (They did it backwards as a countdown to the weekend.)  

 

The meals on day One were generally leftovers from when everyone gathered on Sunday for the NASCAR races.  (National Association of Stock ChAriot Racing.) Usually enough was left over for one more day.  So, on day Two moms would have to cook a big meal, a really big meal.  (This was when moms actually cooked.)

 

The food prepared on day Two was usually enough to last a few days, each day it would be reheated in the trusty flame-wave oven, (the fireplace), and it was good as new�?sorta.   Day Three you ate seconds, not too bad, but day Four it was called “thirds”�?and left something to be desired, a lot actually.  Being that this not so yummy flavor was so unforgettable, day Four became known as Thirdsday; which, later, was, somehow, changed to Thursday. 

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

 

Oh, by the way, some friends and I won the lottery last night.  Don’t get excited, it was only $1,003.  Which, divided 13 ways comes out to about $77 apiece.  Aw, well, it’s enough to get the snacks for Sunday’s NASCAR races.