We’re redecorating and The Girl found alarm clocks which fit into our new Hollywood Regency scheme. I love this clock, too. In fact, I’m irrationally taken with my new alarm clock.  Fortunately, I’m not alone in my ardor for this clock because the first review starts out: “Is it possible to be smitten by an alarm clock?”  My answer was YES! YES! I’m smitten, too!!!

Isn’t it cute? It’s a “Moonbeam” by Big Ben.  I’m not one for precious. If I were one for precious this blog would be called PreciousJuneCleaver and my daily posts would feature kittens, puppies, and bunnies. And then I would beg someone to take the computer away from me because…yuck…precious…That’s for some other blog I do in an alternative universe.

But this clock is precious!  The alarm sounds like an alarm you would hear in an old Cary Grant movie where the couple sleeps in twin beds and everyone wakes up in perfectly pressed pajamas, with perfect hair and lipstick, greeting each other with “Hello Darling!” and then they go downstairs where a butler serves them ham and eggs served from a silver platter. So for a split second before I open my eyes and turn off the alarm I’m Irene Dunne.  I caught myself ALMOST chortling with joy when I heard the alarm ring that cute little Art Deco song the other morning!

And the best part? THE BEST PART!  The face has a backlight and it really is the color of a harvest moon in the middle of summer. The other night at 12:30 after I groggily made sure Beav wasn’t a housebreaker I looked at the clock and almost bubbled over with joy and stopped myself from chanting in a sing-song voice: “I see the moon and the moon sees me!”

Holy Mother of all that is Holy and edgy…this clock is infiltrating my personality.  Is that possible? Is this some sort of conspiracy to make me tap into a deep vein of previously untapped precious energy? Should I be sleeping in a tin foil hat so my personality is not further altered by the cutest alarm clock ever made?