I had a really compelling story about twofer Tuesday. That 90s DJ staple of playing two songs from one artist, BACK TO BACK on the radio. For you kids who never knew you didn’t have all albums of all artists at your fingertips always, know this was a high coup (pronounced haiku). It was especially popular on classic rock stations, which seemed to come to existence like a ghost sometime around 1991. Now everything I listened to in 91 is on said stations. Eff me.

But I can’t dive into twofer Tuesday nor can I make fun of “Get the LED OUT!” jokes, because today is Wednesday. The humpiest of the days, if you’re scoring at home.

I wonder sometimes about things like “hump day” and other sayings that someone (maybe Ted from accounting) came up with, that then spread through popular culture like a rampant wildfire. I get things like “Where’s the Beef!?” (Google it young folk) as TV is a force multiplier. But hump day? Hump day feels like something that multiple people across the nation all started saying, independently of each other, at or around the same time. I feel like large offices and water coolers are to blame.

While at LSU, classic rock and Wednesday converged with $1 calls at Murphy’s, the stalwart college bar of the day. Dorms and apartments littered with the plastic cups after an evening of imbibing. This also kicked off the weekend had you failed to take into consideration $1 longnecks on Tuesday. In Baton Rouge in the early 90’s the only non weekend night seemed to be Saturdays. Somehow we powered through that one as well. We were nothing if not dedicated.

Wednesday’s now are just another day. As indicated above, I usually don’t know what day it is, and I work a lot of weekends. There is no “hump” in foreverweek.

So today, celebrate that you can breathe clean(ish) air, that you have two (or maybe just one) working legs, and that there are boundless opportunities out there.

I’ll be cranking up the Zepplin on the way to school and making my kids get the LED OUT!!!!

#hugsandhi5s