They've spent all day compacting the roadbed, so all day I've heard a low frequency rumbling in two second bursts.
It's made me yell at the cat.
They need a good yelling at, strutting around thinking they own my garden fence and under the car.
[Edited by Dhampy, 7/21/2010 6:53:48 PM]
Toast sees my Facebook. Like every other day my status is "yelled at the cat for doing cat-like things".
It took me a few moments to realise that 'toast' was 'toastman'.
I thought, well, you know what I thought. Lets never speak of this again.