We have two clocks in our little bedroom. They are set sixteen minutes apart.
We have three clocks in the living room. One is 12 minutes behind, and another is 15 minutes ahead. The third one isn't plugged in.
I have an iPhone that keeps perfect time and a car clock that starts out right but slowly gets behind and never catches up without being reset. (I can really relate to the car clock, I think we would be friends.)
I guess I like to have options?
Today I decided to go by the one that told me it was earlier than it was and I looked at it very hard and etched the numbers into my head. It is really 3:47, I practiced telling myself, it really really is.
I didn't want more time in the day, I just wanted to trick myself into thinking Luke was coming home from work early.
And it was a nice happy surprise when he opened the door two hours later.
Me: Luke, help me title this post. I hate titling posts I am so bad at it and I know you would be really good at it. It is about clocks and uh, time and stuff.
Luke: (stifling a laugh) Clocks? And time? And stuff?
Me: Shut up, you wanna read it?
Luke: Nope, I've got this. How about "time after time" or "time of our lives" or "rock around the clock" or "time to make the doughnuts" and then you really make me doughnuts?
Me: You were joking the least about the doughnuts one, huh?
(I have never made doughnuts.)
(I don't really ever plan to.)
(I am so bad at titles I am using it anyway.)
(Boy are the people googling for doughnut recipes going to be disappointed.)