Thoughts in the USA

But until then, like, where is my tangible birthday gift?!?

Two days later, a package has arrived. The JohnnyB, the master of presentation, threw it at my lap as is, saying "and here's the small present that did not arrive in time for your birthday".

And there, in the box, was sitting ClockyB (*)

"Oh, an alarm clock", I said, somewhat disappointed.

"Yes", joyoused The JohnnyB.

"Ahm... thank you", I said politely with utter wonder.

"Try it", said The JohnnyB.

So I did.

Gheeze... this is one alarm clock!

First, it doesn't just speak the regular alarmclockish language.
It chirps and beeps and rings and rattles and squeaks and comes up with a variety of noises that annoy the hell out of you.

Not only that, the little creep also flashes its screen.

Not only that - once it starts its irritating concert, and you hit the 'snooze' button, the little idiot, after a while, shows - yet again - its vast vocal ability, then goes forward on its wheels - - - and then starts rotating and running like a two-year old on candy, and you have to start chasing it all over the room.
It moves on any surface, including carpets (even ugly carpets!), and it can jump from up to 3 feet (haven't tried that yet - my heart is too weak for such adventures!)

'How cool!!!', I see your eyes lit.

Hmm... is it!?

Well, take into account that when you just wake up from a deep, sweet sleep (and this little bugger is so damn loud!!!), it's really alarming. Even if you do manage to fall back asleep, you then get the full monty, and then, as you fall off the bed trying to catch this annoying piece of plastic, all you wanna do is choke the bastard. Once you got a hold of this retarded dreidel, you are so fully awake and agitated, that you just make your way to the kitchen, trying to relax with a first coffee.

So, yes, it is working - even for non-morning people like yours truly.

Now, The JohnnyB spent too much time, in my opinion, walking around very proud of himself for this cool gift (and yes, it is very cool, and Thank You!!!).

And so, he just had to be taught a lesson.

On Sunday afternoon, as he was tucked nicely under the covers, all happy and elated that it's time for his sacred nap, he asked me to wake him at 5:30.

"No", I said with my sweetest voice and cutest smile, "why don't I let ClockyB wake you? After all, it is such a wonderful gift".

"OK", he agreed with the sweet innocence that is reserved for those who are not yet acquainted with this freakish toy.

Now, The JohnnyB's state of being after a nap is usually dreamy, kindhearted and pink-cheeked.

Well, not this time. . .

. . . At 5:30 and 2 seconds, he shot out of the bedroom like a cannon ball on steroids.

"This thing!", he said, fully alert, but unable to show his crankiness, as it's HIS gift, "this thing, y'know, it REALLY wakes you up!!!".

R E A L L Y ? ! ?

And, mind you, just because I am such a considerate lovely wife. I only set the alarm, without all the commotion of ClockyB running around.

Next time, I'll set the snooze to '0', which will cause ClockyB to go crazy right from the beginning. I'll just need to get a video camera and keep a safe distance as The JohnnyB breaks a new record in high-jump.

Payback? Moi?? Naaaaaaaaaaaa.
Just sharing the love...

(*) Believe it or not, the official name of this little guy is actually Clocky, but we accepted him to our family with open arms, and thus he became ClockyB, the younger brother of LumiB.

Labels: Birthday, Damn Technology, Wonders of The JohnnyB

# posted by Nava @ 11:00 PM