Ok, I do, but only because my boss, who is very understanding and sweet would be less understanding and sweet if I was an hour late to work every day. Especially since I would insist on adhering to Daylight Savings Time at the end of the day when it was time to go home. Which would mean I was working too few hours.
Why do I keep capitalizing Daylight Savings Time? Do I perhaps both love and hate it? Does it hold strange power over me even as I fight its terrible time stealing effects? Is it's power so complete that it becomes a formal noun?
And more importantly, are we even in Daylight Savings Time? Or is Daylight Savings Time enacted when we fall back? When is the daylight being saved? Why can't I have my hour back?
The only plus side to Daylight Savings Time is coming home while it is still light out. I may have previously mentioned (like 8 times) that awful long commute thing that forced me to come home in the dark so that I felt like I had lost my whole evening on a BART train. Today I came home to full sunlight. It made me feel like I had left work early. It made me want to do things with my night. Like go to Barnes and Noble and spend lots of money I don't have! Yay!
Oh Daylight Savings Time....leading me down an evil path of blatant consumerism...you crafty dictator.
Anyway, since it's Monday, the official weigh in says....that I am down 1.3 pounds. Success! Will be mine! At Last!
I just read a blog post that said readers have short attention spans and they like pictures. The blog also suggested posting pictures of my ass to encourage new readership. I don't want to do that, especially since this is a blog that partially focuses on my weight loss efforts (and failures) so my bottom would be... unappealing. I will however end this post now to appease your short attention spans (although if you read my blog, it can't be that short) and leave you with this picture. I expect you to recruit new followers now since I am pandering to the whims of the masses.
No, I'm just kidding. I'm not like Daylight Savings Time. I would never try to force your compliance. Or make you recruit. Or steal your precious hour of sleep.
This picture does not show my bottom in any way shape or form. It does show you how I am awkward. And illustrates how I feel after eating too much at Disneyland. And yes, I'm stuck in that giant letter. And no, my feet are not touching the ground. And yes, Brady did have to help me out. And yes, that's how Brady and I spent our anniversary. I know, you wish you were me.
Oh, how cute! This reminds me of when Winnie the Pooh gets stuch in Rabbit's front door. You know, when Rabbit tries to "decorate" Pooh's bottom as it's protruding through his wall? He puts antlers and a face on Pooh's posterior which leads to my favorite line, "Oh look, a hunting trophy!....Oh Pooh! You've ruined my moose!" Favorite Winnie the Pooh line ever. Although, you're not really stuck in the same way. You're not actually large at all (especially because you just lost 1.3 pounds!) You're quite compact. But I thought I'd share a Disney moment with you because you'd appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteI do love your face in this picture though and the story behind it.