The Black Clock of Death
Imagine the feeling of oversleeping, waking up with that sudden "Oh, no!" reaction. Adrenaline hits hard, and you're awake with your heart racing. That was the feeling we had upon waking and seeing this.
The dreaded Black Clock of Death was present on our nightstand. The culprits? The small, adorable, cute, furry ones with Big Gnawing Teeth!
Peanut and Sadie had wedged themselves into a space much smaller than their tiny dwarf rabbit bodies and chewed through our radio cord, then followed up with the lamp for dessert. *burp*
Back to the story. Clad in the armor of the morning (a.k.a. pajamas), Husband dove out of bed and grabbed the travel clock out of the nightstand drawer. He then sprinted through his morning routine and was dressed before I came back upstairs with bunny food (not that they needed breakfast after their evening feast). That's when I looked at the travel clock: 8:27.
"Honey, I think this is wrong. I think it's still on Atlantic time."
Husband freezes in place, zipping jeans. "What?"
"I said, I think this clock is still set to Atlantic time from our vacation. It's two hours ahead."
Husband sits down on bed, head in hands.
"I'll check to make sure." I went back downstairs, checked with three different clocks, and reset the travel clock for Six Twenty Seven. That's 6:27, Central Daylight Time. Not, I repeat, not 8:27 Atlantic time.
Later, much later, after a full day of work in Central Daylight Time, Husband used his engineering expertise to fix the clock radio. The rabbits? They're hanging out in the backyard for a while to give us time to hide any other bunny bait so they can't get "wired" again.
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