Flash Post 174!

Button, three guesses as to why I am happiest on Saturday night. All Saturday nights.

Because you don’t have to wake up as early as 6?

No.

Because you don’t have yoga!

No. I love yoga.

Because you can cook your Sunday lunch spread to your heart’s content!

Wrong again.

I surrender because I don’t know.

Because I don’t have to set an alarm to wake up at any particular time. And even if I wake up early because my body clock is set to a fixed time, I don’t have to get out of bed against my will and can actually laze in bed till I actually feel I’m ready to do so.

Waking up to an alarm can be a day-pooper. I, too, hate alarms.

And why do you hate alarms? You usually wake up at a time you like.

But it’s not the same with the entire house up and about!

By the way, have you heard chotididi’s alarm tone? It actually sounds like someone puking!

Really? Maybe the melodious ones fail to wake her up.

Alarms must be the single-most annoying thing around.

But since you wake up to your own body-clock, why can’t you stop setting those nagging clock alarms?

You’ve used the most apt word–nagging–which is exactly what they are.