I am not a fan of Day Light Savings. I mean, I like having the day light last longer in the evening and all that, but oh, how my body HATES waking up an hour earlier. In fact, I sort of can't. This morning John tried to wake me up for 35 minutes. I thought I was awake until he came back and leaned over me and said, "Hey, you, are you getting up or what?" "Obviously," I told him slightly grumpily, "I am NOT." But I did (late) and I got to church (late) and primary was awesome (and late), but I didn't feel to bad because EVERYONE was late. That's the very best part of Daylight Savings. For about three days, I have the worlds best excuse for being late . . . Day Light Savings , you know, it's a killer. Yeah, I just couldn't get my act together . . . I'm so tired. You too? Yeah, it's the pits. And then, after the said three days, well, I'm just late for no good reason other than I can't seem to get myself to ...