Maybe I had too much to drink last night, because apparently I invented something called Daylight Savings TIme. I don't remember doing that. I thought that there already was Daylight Savings Time, but clearly I was wrong, because my daughter is exasperated with me because I'm making her turn her clock ahead by an hour.
Oh, and if my 18 year-old is now an adult, I would like to know what that makes me, because I am definitely not the same thing as she is.
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