 And I was sitting there listening. I had a seven-foot deep cut to make on the highway that went through there, or the road lane. And I was about that seven-foot tall column of dirt that I had chiseled around like Michelangelo. And he was talking about the cat leaving Q-tips everywhere. Yeah, I blessed the house and then cursed out the cat. The cat loved the Q-tips. Hey, boy, holler back at me, okay?