Jill Y and I were at a parent/teacher meeting with our imaginary son. Nobody knows exactly how or exactly why Jill Y breaks every clock that she comes into contact with but break them she does. The first 135 times it happened, I thought it was just a coincidence but then it happened again and I knew something wasn’t right. Anyway, as time goes by, you learn to adapt to most clock breaking incidents and become a DIY clock-fixer of sorts. We left the school, the way we found it and we were in and out in no time:
So she … clocks clocks?
She sure does. First she goes for the hands and then the face!
She’s gotten so good at clock repair it took me a while to see the mistake. Well done, Jill Y.
Salvador Dalí hasn’t got a patch on Jill Y’s Perception of Time!
Bill Y, I do understand Jill Y’s plight. I,too, cannot wear wrist watches without them breaking. I think something in my brain short circuits their “insides.”
Are you sure you’re not made of electricity Don Don’s?