the clock

It's all the clock's fault that Hootis' carpool pulled up and we were in the kitchen discussing the bobby pins in her hair and her upcoming birthday party. The batteries, you know, are pretty much almost dead, making it really hard for me to know what time it is. Yes, I know there are 2 other clocks in the kitchen and a watch on my arm...but when I want to know the "time" in the kitchen I use the "wall clock". The currently "almost dead clock". So it's totally not my fault she ran out the door with her hair half combed, her shoes untied and her coat in her hands. It's the clocks fault. Dumb clock.