My Alarm Clock
I came home from work on Tuesday and found my favorite trusty alarm clock laying on the floor, a victim of Boo's adventures exploring my bedside table. This was my Andy Warhol clock, battery operated with a second hand that would tick-tock away minute by minute. It had a gentle alarm that I never slept through but which didn't disturb Alex too much when I got up for work each morning.
Much to Alex's dismay I pulled out my very old (antique?) radio alarm clock that my parents bought me for my 18th birthday.
This clock has been half-way around the world with me and still keeps perfect time. It also has an obnoxiously loud alarm which caught us both by surprise this morning (I had forgotten what it sounded like). Alex, Boo, and I were fully awake with pounding hearts at 5:30am. I hope Boo has learnt her lesson and stays away from my bed-side table.
Much to Alex's dismay I pulled out my very old (antique?) radio alarm clock that my parents bought me for my 18th birthday.
This clock has been half-way around the world with me and still keeps perfect time. It also has an obnoxiously loud alarm which caught us both by surprise this morning (I had forgotten what it sounded like). Alex, Boo, and I were fully awake with pounding hearts at 5:30am. I hope Boo has learnt her lesson and stays away from my bed-side table.