We got a new alarm clock.  After all the helpful suggestions, we settled on a dual-alarm clock radio with three different wake-up tone options.  Variety is the spice of life, yes?

So there we were, standing in Alarm Clock Land at Target (yes, there is such a place and it’s nowhere near as cool as, like, Neverland) and I was going for the cheapest dual-alarm one I could find.  Joey, naturally, was looking for the next best one.  He found this fairly modern one for $5 more than the one I wanted.

“But it looks cool,” he said.

I bowed to his artsy taste.

Joey dug around to find the box on the shelf and yelled, “LOOK!  It’s $5 off, so it’s the same price as the one you wanted.”

Win-win.  Gotta love a sale.

Joey quite literally tore the box apart when we got home, despite my “um, what if we need to return this?” protests.  I guess the box was really hard to open.  He set it up on the far dresser, so we both have to get up if we want to turn it off, and set us each an alarm.

He is Alarm #1 and I am Alarm #2.

Incidentally, the first year he did our taxes after we got married, he somehow put me as Head of Household on our forms, and we can’t change it.  Ever.  So I try to let him be #1 on everything else as much as possible to make up for the fact that the government thinks I’m our Head of Household.  But that was really all unrelated to the alarm clock business.

The alarm is set for very, very early tomorrow.  Like 5:30 early.

MY PARENTS ARE COMING! AND SO IS THE KID!  It’ll be so great.  Anyway, I want to get a jump on the day before they arrive.  Tonight we spent a lot of money stocking up toilet paper and bananas (not for me, obviously) and yogurt, so we are totally set for the weekend.

Don’t worry, we bought other things than just toilet paper, bananas and yogurt.  (Those three alone would not make for such a fun weekend.)

I’m kind of paranoid the new alarm clock won’t work.  I think I’ll set my cell phone as backup.