by tess
I'm already dreading next week's time change. It's not that I flooooove getting up and driving to work when the moon is still bright and shiny, but the time change is so much worse.
1) I hate driving home in the dark. Especially in the rain. I can't see anything and everybody drives like maniacs. (Yes, I am aware that I sound like I'm 800 years old. Shut up.)
2) I hate resetting all the clocks and light timers - too much bending and stretching involved. The only good thing about changing the clocks is creating time zones. (Better because The Hubs doesn't aprove.) Within two square feet we have three time zones (stove vs. microwave vs. toaster oven), just across from the DVR, TV, and thermometer which have time zones of their own. Then of course there's my alarm clock (6 minutes fast) versus the bedroom TV (1 minute fast) versus The Hubs (4 minutes slow) - that's 10 minutes in 6 feet! Think if the whole world tried to operate like that! Oh wait, it does. I'm early and everyone else is late.
3) The cats don't know about the time change. That means they'll be getting up at 3:30 instead of 4:30. Note to cats: 3:30 AM isn't actually an early morning. It's a REALLY LATE last night when the bar slugs are still tearing apart their bathrooms looking for the stash of Chaser that will theoretically enable them to be ready for that 9:00 AM presentation. Good luck with that, kids!
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