We bought a new cooler last week and our cooler has a name. Our cooler is called Mr. Breeze (seriously, he has a name, it's written on his remote) and it feels as if we have welcomed a deafening jet engine into our home. A deafening jet engine with a name! Mr. Breeze is one cool character and I must appreciate the fact he is making our home livable!
I like Mr. Breeze a lot, he works so well but gracious me, he is one noisy roommate! The first night he moved into our room, it was like sleeping on an extremely loud aeroplane, in the cargo bay. That night, I had a dream that we were in an aeroplane crash. I woke up suddenly to see Mr. Breeze, doing his business, banishing silence from the world. My cooler is giving me nightmares!
You know that white noise type sound a radio makes when it's off station, imagine hanging out with an off station radio on high volume all day. Slowly, I'm getting used to his relentless chatter and Mr. Breeze is becoming less of a headache.
Mr. Breeze, your growing on me, thanks for keeping us cool. I have the overwhelming urge to paint a face on you, and that's exactly what I'll do!
