IF YOU'RE NOT OUTRAGED, YOU'RE NOT PAYING ATTENTION!
In high school, I had an alarm clock that looked/felt like a big tennis ball. To set it to snooze, you'd just throw it and when it hit a wall, it would stop. Of course, when it went off again, you had to get up and find it. The first time I had to chase it under the bed was the last time I used it.
Obviously this is impressive to me because I can't drag my ass out of bed most mornings. I really could have used this in college—even now it would come in handy. But, I don't think my wife (on a later schedule) would appreciate the resultant antics every morning...
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