It only took us almost seven years, but Will and I recently joined the league of married adults- actually… adults in general- and purchased our first alarm clock.

Yep. Seven years. No alarm.

Weirdos.

We’ve used each of our phones as our alarms throughout our entire marriage, but after a couple of malfunctions we decided we probably should grow up and get a freaking alarm clock so we can slam the crap out of the snooze button in style.

I suddenly feel much more responsible and self aware. As if I’ll be on time to all events now. All because of our alarm clock.

I’m lying.

I just seemed like the right thing to say.

Speaking of time. I’m not making good use of mine.

Well… I guess I wouldn’t go that far. Blogging is defintiely good use of my time!

However, I could probably make better use of my time by working on this stupid paper I have to do for school.

That’s what I need. A life alarm. Like one that has my entire day rigidly scheduled- 2 hours for my paper, 1 hour 8 minutes to get ready in the morning, 13 minutes to post to my blog.

How great/annoying would that be?

Instead I’m forced to be my own time manager.

Which means I probably need to stop droning on about alarm clocks and start droning on about cyber bullying. Both equally entertaining. Ha.

More to come…