Stupid Springing Clock

Why did I spring forward last night? Why must I lose an hour of sleep? What is the freakin’ point of this yearly exercise? Finally it was daylight at 7:00 and I could just awaken naturally, no alarm clock needed. Life was good again. My body clock was in a groove. And then

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Oops. I meant

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And I’m smacked upside the head by this stupid happy springing clock.

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Why is this clock happy? He’s losing an hour of sleep. Not only that, people hate him. He has no cause to be happy.

And why do we do this? For the farmers.

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I’ve got your hoe right here.

This Indian is one smart fellow:

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If only I lived in Arizona. Or better yet, Hawaii.

About Unconfirmed Bachelorette

Unconfirmed Bachelorette, a/k/a Ella, is a 50-something-year-old lawyer who wishes fervently she could retire from the practice of law and write full time. Never-married-childfree Ella resides in Austin, Texas with her three fluffy black rescue cats.
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7 Responses to Stupid Springing Clock

  1. blueviking says:

    almost thought there was going to be a “wake me up before you go, go…” thing going on there… 😉

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  2. Katie says:

    My parents delight in telling me every spring that Arizona does not participate. That’s great, Mom, but be careful. Some of us are cranky from lack of sleep. Grrrr.

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  3. teetotalfor2 says:

    Love this blog! It always makes me laugh 🙂 Anyway, I just wanted to tell you I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Blog Award. You can read more about it here: http://teetotalfortwo.wordpress.com/2013/03/13/the-liebster-blog-award/

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