October 31, 2004

The End of Daylight Savings Time

The clocks in these parts were moved back an hour, meaning that we get an extra hour in the day. I used mine up.

I opine that it is not a real bad chore cleaning up dog puke at 4:30 a.m., actually, 3:30 a.m., when you consider the time change. Thinking that I was done with the job cleaning up dog puke on the wood floor and then stepping in more dog puke, this time, chunky stuff on the rug right by the bed that smooshed up between my toes and having to clean that up is one of the chores that old codger didn't tell me about when we got the beagle.

Then, for some unexplainable reason, I wandered down the stairs to the living room. Just how big is this fucking dog's stomach? Do beagles have more than one stomach? The fucking dog couldn't have eaten something between puking several times in the bedroom and puking in four places in the living room? How do I know the dog didn't eat anything? The stuff in the living room was still warm, just like the stuff in the bedroom.

So, now it's 5:30 a.m., actually 4:30 a.m., considering the time change.

I'm going to stay awake and see when the cable company moves the clock back on the digital cable box. And I'm going to go around changing the clocks to see if Stacey moves them back another hour in the morning. Oops, she woke up. Now, we can watch Nick at Nite together and see when the cable company moves the time back.

Posted by Bill at October 31, 2004 04:44 AM
Comments

Thanks for the reminders (1) to adjust my time on MT and (2) never to get a dog. Ewwww - I would be adding to the puke if I had to clean up such stuff. I love animals but not thaaaat much.

Posted by: Michelle at October 31, 2004 06:06 AM

That squishy feeling of warm chunky goo that makes a simple trip to the bathroom in the middle of the night an exercise in floor and carpet cleaning methodology....oooh, oooh baby, ooooh.

Closely following in the list of nighttime adventures to remember is the eye-opening experience of having a child wake you up to tell you that he doesn't feel so good after which he throws up on the floor, the side of your bed, your covers and in that little extra that gets the adrenaline going, you.

Did you say something about a time change?

Posted by: lucy at October 31, 2004 09:53 AM

Or having said child tell you she has a tummy ache just as she's about to hurl and your only reaction is to cup your hands (???) and try to catch it! WTF? and then carry it to the bathroom. What the hell kind of anal retentive mother did I have that that would be my first reaction? Oh what a night!

Sorry to hear of your misadventures in the night and that you didn't get to use your extra hour for sleeping, Bill. :)

Posted by: Ker at October 31, 2004 11:32 AM

bill, I'm just wondering if peanut butter and beano have anything to do with this barfology. Just sayin'

Posted by: Liz at October 31, 2004 02:24 PM

oh sure, liz. blame me. lol.

Posted by: Stacey at October 31, 2004 03:18 PM

So what time did the cable company move the clock back?

Posted by: TW at November 1, 2004 09:39 PM

I'm going on record and admitting that dog puke is waaaaaay worse that kitty hairballs.

Posted by: Philip at November 2, 2004 09:50 AM