Why I Always Know When It's 6:30 P.M.
On the dot. No clock needed.
The older pug barks incessantly and ear-splittingly (which pugs, by the way, don't generally do--he's the exception) while the younger dances frantically demanding dinner.
My laptop whirs (and an icon bounces) demanding that I click "OK" for backup and sync.
My son says something like: "I'm not going to be tired ever, so can I watch a movie?"
I pour, click and (usually) say, "It's a school night, honey, so no. Why do you always ask me that?"
Of course, that 6:30 central is 7:30 on this East Coast blog.
Any Pavlovian persons, places or things in your daily life?
The older pug barks incessantly and ear-splittingly (which pugs, by the way, don't generally do--he's the exception) while the younger dances frantically demanding dinner.
My laptop whirs (and an icon bounces) demanding that I click "OK" for backup and sync.
My son says something like: "I'm not going to be tired ever, so can I watch a movie?"
I pour, click and (usually) say, "It's a school night, honey, so no. Why do you always ask me that?"
Of course, that 6:30 central is 7:30 on this East Coast blog.
Any Pavlovian persons, places or things in your daily life?
