Remember, Remember, November, November

(My mom is changing the calendars around the house. She flips a page, stares flips page back, stares, flips page back and forth frantically with crazed look on face.)

Me: “What on earth is wrong with you?”

Mom: “This calendar is… oh, wait. Never mind.”

Me: “What?”

Mom: “They printed November twice on this calendar. I thought I was going crazy!”