As tempted as I am to bust out “what is this I don’t even” in the description of my reaction to the news about the upcoming adaptation of Freaky Monday, I’m going to try and refrain from obscure references.  Because frankly, this thing’s obscure enough all by itself without me adding a further cloud of obfuscation on top of it.

So here’s the deal–most of us know Freaky Friday, that goofy Disney cruise where the mother and daughter briefly switch places in a bizarre astronomical phenomenon that is neither very well explained or makes much sense.  Anyway, the duo spend a while swapped until they gain some perspective on each others’ lives or some such–it’s not like I watched it–and now, they’re going to tackle the sequel.  It’s called Freaky Monday, and the swap is not between a mother and daughter, nor a father and son if you guessed that, but–and brace yourselves, because this is like the new gold standard for sheer WEIRD–a girl and her English teacher.

No, seriously.  And before you ask, no, I have no idea when it’s coming out yet, but when I do, so will you.