Scott's new toy

We were both SO excited to find the package on the doorstep today!!

I don't know why we (he) didn't think of this long ago.  He always has the outside radios blaring when he's out working in the yard.  But rarely music.  I mean blaring Mark Levin and Rush Limbaugh.  Mark Levin, reverberating throughout the neighborhood on Saturday . . . not so pleasant to most.

Our battle over volume was constant.  He'd go to the back yard, and I'd turn down the radio in the garage.  He'd be in the pool shed, and I'd turn down the radio in the back yard.  He'd notice I'd been turning down the radios and he'd turn them up louder than before.  Exhausting!

But now he has this nifty baby.  He says they drown out all outside sound and have perfect reception.  He's having his own little Tea Party.  The only down side is he can't hear me when I call.  Looks like I'll be working on my aim (get it? . . . I'll have to throw stuff at him to get his attention).  :)

Below - isn't he the sweetest? (In a scary, Halloweeney way!)
TGIF!  Made it through another week!