Guess that whurrr!

So I go outside to my much hated backyard today to let the dogs out and have my first smoke of the day (I know, bad habit, but I've cut down by half already), and the noises of this quiet neighbourhood soon disturb my quest to get cancer while watching my dogs crap.

First I hear country music. COUNTRY FUCKIN' MUSIC!!!

I'm not sure which I hate worse, the whiney tones of Chris de Burgh or the twanging adenoids of a country singer.

But then I am saved!!!

The house behind me starts to let off a loud electrical whurring sound. All hail the electrical hum that drowns out the country music!

As I kick my dog's mud encrusted kong around, I can't help but wonder what's making that noise. It sounds like the whurr of of a central air unit. But it can't be, can it?

Other possibilites:

-a very large shop tool in the basement but I heard no saw blade

-their pool pump but it didn't sound quite right for that and they haven't taken the cover off their pool yet

-a cloaked alien ship hovering over their house

-there was no electrical sound, it was just my brain developing a defense mechanism against the country music invading my brain

Guess that whurr!

2 Comments

Hubby said...

there is another possibility:

A Cuban Hooker with a 100 watt Vibrator

9:59 AM

Amanda said...

OMG!!!!

I never thought of that! :-O

11:55 AM

Note: Originally published April 27, 2006.