Why I Love Apartment Life

There is really nothing, and I mean nothing, like having your eyes peak open at 7a.m. on a Saturday morning to find that is it cloudy outside and the absolute perfect weather to sleep in. You snuggle back deep under your covers, roll over, and prepare for a couple of more hours of glorious, hard to come by sleep. And then it happens. At promptly 8a.m. the insane, orchestrated sound of every lawn care machinery known to man strike up their irritating chords. Why, oh why, is it absolutely necessary to weed eat, mow, leaf blow, whatever at 8a.m. on a Saturday morning? It's cruel. Just cruel.