Hey, what was that really cool tool you used this morning? You know, the banging one with the rivety sounds that I thought was a gun, until I thought to myself that no one could possibly own an automatic machine gun in the mountains. Maybe I didn't really hear it or it was just a little doe passing through my backyard.
And what is that awesome whirring I hear now? The one that sounds like a screaming air compressor waiting to be used, or a generator shouting, "Hey! I'm a loud machine! Listen to me! I am of purpose to this house! And I am loud! Isn't that great!?"
I wanted to say thank you for the eclectic music mix. I thought I had heard enough Britney Spears and Pearl Jam in the 90s, but when you guys sing along, its like I FOUND GOD. And I think the sun shone into my windowblinds at the exact moment one of you announced that it was break time and that you would be right back after you pooped. I am so happy to hear that you are regular.
Keep up the good work,
Connie.
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