Don't complain to me, Peepers. I like it, myself.
Got to have my brekkies a whole hour earlier, today.
MOUSES!
What? What's that, Peepers? You're NOT complainin', you say?
Hmmm...
Then what's with all the moanin' and groanin' I was hearin' you do? I know I heard you complaining 'bout SOMETHIN'. Complaining 'bout somethin' 'bout somethin', for sure.
And durin' all that complainin', I'm sure I heard the mention of clocks bein' changed.
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What? What's that, Peepers? What's that you're complainin' about now?
Hmmm...
OH....
Oh.
Okay, so you actually WERE complaining 'bout the clocks bein' changed.
Literally.
You were LITERALLY complaining 'bout changin' the time on the clocks.
That somethin' you don't know how to do?
Don't bother answerin', ol' peep of mine. That was a rhetorical question of sorts. I think I've figured it out.
Unlike you, who took almost fifteen minutes to change the one stupid clock on the stove.
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No, no. No, I'm not sayin' I know how to change the time on the clocks.
If I tell her I do know, she'll designate me the official clock changer of the house.
And I've already got enough work to do.
MOUSES!
So let me get this straight, there, ol' Peepers of mine. You, like me, actually quite like the start of Daylight Saving Time. You like havin' an extra hour of light at night, to enjoy the ol' great outdoors. And you're quite happy that the sun doesn't rise at 4:30 in the morning durin' the height of summer. And most importantly, you enjoyed givin' me my brekkies a whole hour earlier today.
But the actual changin' of the clocks...
The actual physical changin' of clocks part...
Well, when it comes to actually physically changin' the time on all the clocks all through the house, it drives you nuts 'cause every clock has to be done slightly differently, and you have to get each one just right. And as the one on the stove has a couple buttons to press after changin' the time - you know, those buttons you kept forgettin' to press - well, that's why it took like fifteen minutes to change the time on only that one stupid clock.
Which, by the way - although perhaps I shouldn't say - is not yet correctly set.
'CAUSE YOU SET IT AN HOUR AHEAD OF WHEN YOU FIRST STARTED CHANGIN' THE TIME, is why.
So now it's 'bout fifteen minutes off.
MOUSES!
Well I hear you, Peepers. I understand your dilemma. I'm feelin' your pain, to be sure. But what I don't understand...
What I don't understand, is why you don't just do the same thing you do with the clock in the car.
You know.
Oh, sure you do.
Yeah, that's right, Peepers. That's EXACTLY what you do.
That's what I'm sayin', Peepers. Do that. Do what you do with the clock in the car. You never bother changin' that clock at all. And because you didn't change its time back in November, you don't have to change it now! You just had to mentally change the time in your head, for a bit. So what? It was only four or five months. And mentally changin' the time didn't involve pressin' any buttons or spinnin' tiny clock hands. All you had to do was subtract one from any given number between one and twelve.
And if subtractin' one from the time was too hard to do...
That's right, the phone clock elves went and changed the phone clock for you.
And I didn't hear them complaining 'bout a little manual labour, at all.
MOUSES!
