Is It So Much To Ask?

There is some yahoo out weed whacking. At 8:10 p.m. They've been at it for 90 minutes.

First: What on earth are you weed whacking that takes you 90 minutes? I'm pretty sure we could cut our entire yard with the week whacker (should we be so inclined) in under 90 minutes.

Second: You clearly do not have small children. Children who go to bed at 6:45. Children who wake up and scream and kick uncontrollably when awakened by the unrelenting noise of something like, oh, I don't know, a weed whacker.

Third: I would like to take this moment to say thank you for giving me the opportunity to taste a bottle of wine I purchased on a whim. Because between your buzzing and the screaming upstairs, I need something for my head. This, which is quite tasty, will do.

Fourth: Honestly, if I can figure out who you are, I'm coming over at 6:30 a.m. when the little one gets up and running some kind of really annoying motor. Just so you get the idea.