day light savings time is a giant boil on my ample butt. my sensitive over emotional family is thrown into a frenzy every year. nobody minds getting an extra hour of sleep. it’s the taking away that is cruel. the goose has come home all week yelling at me for packing such crappy lunches. the bug has been reveling in the fact the she has been a jerk and is compensating by being equally sweet. rightfully so, the goose questioned the logic of having standardized tests the same week as day light savings time. now she’s lashing out at authority in general…that’s my girl, ever the rebel.
i’m a firm believer that messing with time affects everyone in some weird way. monday i got a massage, and i swear i caught the usually stoic fella smelling my hair. i may have lectured stubby hubs hunk on the merits of emptying the drying rack of dishes (ok, you’re right that can’t be the fault of day light savings time. that’s just me being my asshole self.) my fat cat has been hanging around in common areas with our family.
while i did spend a good deal of time considering this matter, i will say i have gotten over it. did you hear lady gaga wouldn’t distro her latest record at target until they swore to quit giving money to people who were against marriage equality? well, she did. what does this mean for me? i’m on my way baby! it’s been almost a year that i have been boycotting them. i’m convinced that a dip in the last 3 quarters of their financials are because of this fact. so really if you think about it, it’s my duty to reward them for coming around.
hollah if you want any candles or cute dresses, cuz i’m buying.