Nature Doesn't Like It When I Sleep

So I decided this past week that nature doesn't like it when I sleep. On Thursdays, I don't have to go into work until later in the day, meaning it's my one day out of the work week to sleep in. As I woke up to the sound of my lovely Kasabian phone alarm, I sleepily hit the snooze button, happily preparing myself for another 20 minutes of glorious sleep.

But no.

Nature has decided that Sara is now awake, and it's time to keep her there. First, there came the usual, which, at this point, no longer phases me:

And like always, there's that ONE neighborhood dog that just can't close its mouth (and no one can deny that every neighborhood has one of these; if you don't think so, that's YOUR dog!).

And as an added bonus, right outside my window, there were these birds that just wouldn't. shut. up. It's like they were calling to each other, except they were right next to each other. Note: I later learned that they were blue jays, which have the ability to closely mimic the sound of local hawks.

And once the car alarm across the street went off, I gave up and decided it would be better to just get up and shower. Ugh.

_sara