Daylight Savings Time
I like to wake up before Grandpa Wiggly every morning so that I can get the newspaper before he gets dribbles all over it. But this whole skylarking business of time traveling by the government has thwarted my scheme once again. You see grandbabies, Grandpa Wiggly never falls back in the fall when he is supposed to, so when the time changes back in the spring, he is one step ahead of Grandma. The only falling that fool does is when I hide his cane!
As much as I hate this whole Daylight Savings Time I have to do it otherwise I’ll miss my shows in the afternoon. A few years ago I tried to beat Grandpa Wiggly at his own game. I thought I had won until Monday afternoon came around and I missed my Days! I turned on the moving pictures box expecting to see Days and what did Grandma find? Some damn silver-haired fool talking about fat babies and boot camps. Now why would anyone send boots to camp? I tell you this world changes more than my drawers! After forty somewhat years I missed my first episode of Days! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LAWWWWWD! Grandma Nubb was so upset. From that day forward I vowed to play along with the government’s Time Traveling just so I won’t ever again miss my stories.
I guess if Grandma Nubb can eat the government’s cheese then she can live on the government’s time. Lawd indeed!
-GRANDMA NUBB!
