So, I’ve been working on the house this weekend. After many months on the road and a couple weeks of reconnecting with the family, I finally got around to doing a bunch of stuff I’ve been putting off. I’ve been doing a lot of heavy lifting, power tool using, and installation. When I finally got the weekend list of projects finished, I put in the new phone system I got to replace the dying system we’ve had for a while.
Doing so meant I had to take out of circulation an answering machine we’ve had since the boy was a baby. For the past two or three years, the first message on the machine was my son calling to wake my happy ass up after a long night. He was probably two years old at the time and he was just leaning to talk in sentences. We never erased it.
I didn’t really want to get rid of the message, so I saved it.
It’s short, to the point, and just me being sappy. But, hey, I’m allowed. I used power tool this weekend.