So yesterday started just like any other day. I woke up and fed the dogs and I went back to bed. Before I know it, the dogs are whining again as if they haven't eaten yet.
Groggy Adrienne: Have you fed them yet?
Hero: Of course!
This question doesn't normally get asked because usually after their breakfast, the dogs are as willing as I am to go back to their visit with the sandman. If asked though, I admit that I normally wouldn't know the answer anyway because when i get up to feed them, I really don't even wake up for it. I'm in something of an induced sleepwalk and go through the routine while seeing through my eyelashes and using the force. But the reason for my definitive "of course" response is that i had remembered it raining outside and bringing the dog dishes inside before going through the feeding ritual.
Disheveled Adrienne: Well maybe something is wrong.
Hero: We only have two pets and they are both right here whining so what could be wrong?
It was then that Adrienne checked the clock....
Curious Adrienne: Are you sure you fed them? It's only 4:45!
4:45... that can't be right. I start thinking that maybe I really didn't fed them....and then with two words.....not even two words - one word and two letters.....everything started making sense (well not sense like physics but more like sense the electoral college makes).
Confused Adrienne: Wait .... PM.?!?
Let me say that there were many times (my six years of college come to mind) that waking up at 5 in the afternoon would be nothing out of the ordinary. But this was just a regular day. we didn't stay up late the night before, we hadn't gone out drinking, I actually went to sleep at 9 pm!
Hero: This can't be correct.
After verification from the Willthing that our clocks had not gotten the Y2K virus and it actually was 5pm, we realized that the dogs weren't hungry, they just thought we were dead.
