Daylight Savings Time.


Tomorrow is one of most favorite days of the year.


Because our blessed almighty Federal Government says tomorrow is 25 hours long instead of 24. I loves me some Federal Government.

Now, according to all the newspapers and the radio and the TV everybody’s supposed to set our clocks back one hour before we go to bed tonight and get an extra hour’s sleep. Puhleez. That’s about as much fun as gettin’ oral after you’ve passed out.

Not that that’s every happened to me.

Instead, why not wait until tomorrow and take your extra hour whenever you want and use it to do the things you love doing for an hour longer?

Here, let me show you:

Suppose you’re her and you’ve just baked up some of your unbelievably sinfully chocolatey treats but you’re worried it’s getting too close to The Husband’s dinner time for a taste test. Not a prob. Just turn back the clock and start shovelin’ ’em in, sister.

Or perhaps you’re this chick and you’re slapping silly a bear hunter in a bar in Aruba for using the f-bomb and it’s getting late but your hand isn’t tired yet. Just get B to turn back the hands of time and keep slappin’ away, baby.

Or maybe you’re him and you’re just chillin’ on the beach soaking up some fall sunshine and swilling coldies and staring at the horizon like it’s gonna change and you don’t really want to limp back home yet and walk your dogs who just wrenched your back out AGAIN. Simple. Reset your watch and grab an extra hour, gimpy boy, and drink and drool on yourself.

Or, hey, use it to get more sleep.


2 responses to “Daylight Savings Time.

  1. Oh. My. God. I seriously love you right now. And I’m sorry about your back. And I LOVE DAYLIGHT SAVINGS. I’d take your suggestion, except I work at SIX IN THE EFFING MORNING and they’re not going to let me use “I forgot” as an excuse. But that extra hour of sleep? It’s going to be totally awesome.

  2. Awesome!!! Love this. I used my hour to stay up one hour later at a party. And then spent all day on Sunday wishing for it back because gaaaaah was I hungover.

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