There's just nothing like waking up at 6am to the loud, robust serenade of a mexican Barry Manilow blaring in through the window accompanied by a hammering quartet in the back ground.
Fortunately for me, the music selection has moved onto a frightening rendition of a circus polka.
I think when the roach coach pulls in down the street announcing traveling homemade burritos for lunch I am going to scale the back wall on a secret mission to hunt and destroy that stereo. Never in my life have I wished to totally annihilate a small electronic device more than today.
Living amongst construction may rank quite far up there in a list of "clever ways to drive Ashley to insanity."