Daylight Savings Time

…did we just start it or end it? I can never remember. Anyway, instead of getting my lovely extra hour of uninterrupted sleep, I got woken up at 2 (or 3, depending on which clock you looked at) by a frantic doorbell. My first thought was that the house was on fire and someone was trying to wake us up. But I have no way of seeing the front step without opening the door, and I couldn’t bring myself to open the door. Especially with the way Molly was reacting – I’ve never heard her growl quite that seriously before! Turns out after talking to the neighbors, it was a prank – it wasn’t just our house. Surprisingly, even the pumpkins on the front step survived the ordeal…and I’m planning on installing a peep hole in our front door for next time.