I went to the Orioles/Yankees game with Kate and my in-laws last night. This has become a yearly tradition where we go the game and watch my team lose. No, seriously. I think this is 12 O’s/Yanks games in a row that I’ve been to with my in-laws that the O’s have lost.
We got back awfully late from the game, and it was after 1AM before I finally fell asleep. My alarm went off at 5:30AM, and, as I usually do, I hit the snooze. Or at least I tried to hit the snooze. In my blurry-eyed haze I could not for the life of me figure out how to make the infernal contraption on the bedside table next to me SHUT UP. I must have hit every button and switch on the damned thing, and it wouldn’t turn off. Kate can vouch for this, and if she hadn’t been woken up by my inability to operate simple electronics, I’m sure she would have found it enormously entertaining.
I finally got the clock turned off, and managed to sleep in until 7:15, which was not the plan at all. I think I might need a new alarm clock. Because there’s NO CHANCE that this was operator error. Nope. None at all.