I was looking forward to "falling" back an hour this weekend. It's an extra hour of sleep, and I can lay in bed with DH. The boys had other plans. For the past two mornings I've been dive bombed, nipped on the hand, pawed on the arm, meowed at in the ear, and made to feel generally guilty for not waking up when they think it's time to eat. I have a feeling who ever created this whole daylight savings time thing was not owned by any cats.
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10/30/06 at 4:36am