Wrench, I've got an extra bedroom at the house. When bidness slows down for you, how about you saddle up and ride on into town for a couple days? I'll show you big city livin' and koo-zeen like you never seen before. Sorry, no bonfires allowed here, and explosives are illegal in case you were wondering. We gotta pee indoors for the most part, especially during the day, especially in the front yard. No dumping either--everything's gotta fit into the two city-issued trash bins. Really, just bring yourself. Seriously. Nothing else but maybe a couple changes of clothes. Please. We've got rules. Don't want to scare you off, but I also don't want to understate the importance of conformity to our suburban statutes, or more importantly, expectations. I just want to introduce you to food made from the prime cuts, cooked on wood fires where creosote isn't an ingredient. Meat that's not from a can. Food that doesn't have to get creative on the ingredients list so people don't vomit just from reading the the label.
So the offer is open, though I darn near talked myself out of it while I was in the process of extending it. Please RSVP soon.