"It's yeeting tomorrow," Shining Armor wandered into the room, slumping into an armchair with a loud yawn.
"It's... yeeting. Don't you mean sleeting, dear?" Cadance looked up from her totally-not-a-shipfic-in-disguise report on the royal duties for the day.
"It's yeeting tomorrow."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's yeeting today."
"Hu--"
Shining Armor picked up Cadance and threw her like a javelin.