I hate weed wackers
At six thirty this morning I woke up to the obnoxious sound of a weed wacker being run right under my bedroom window. It’s nice that I don’t have to do anything to my lawn, but come on, who could have possibly thought it was a good idea to have the grounds crew start weed wacking at six thirty in the morning? Between that and the lawn mower, I lost an hour of sleep. Now I’m tired and grumpy. What a way to start the week.
