We slept in!

My wife rolled over to her side of the bed this morning and gently whispered, "Why the frick didn't the alarm go off?!"

Okay, it was not gentle. At all. Especially at 6:35 a.m.

You see, alarm clocks are funny about the whole p.m. and a.m. thing, and both Amy and I have yet to learn that.

We jumped up, got her ready in 10 minutes and sent her out the door. I was going to lay down again, but she took the cell phone, which is the only alarm I trust. So I just went into the living room and watched a movie.

Die Hard is different at 7 a.m.