Ugh, Sundays. The day of rest, the day of relaxation, the day I have to mow my lawn and listen to my neighbors' kids play their obnoxious music.
And don't even get me started on the lawn mowers. They're like a chorus of screaming banshees, a symphony of screaming engines, a cavalcade of—
Wait, what was that? Oh right, I was going to say that Sundays are the worst. Because of the lawn mowers, and the kids, and the fact that everyone in the neighborhood has to mow their lawn at precisely 7:00 AM.
Why can't we just have a "No Mow" day? Or a "Quiet Day"? Is that too much to ask?
Learn more about Quiet Days and how they're the key to a peaceful society.
Why I Hate Sundays, Part 2: The Sequel