And here's the real reason I want a fan for the back patio - it's for when we break out the tiki bar. When we bought the house, K couldn't wait to get a tiki bar. Since then, we've hardly used it, being so busy with the remodel. But soon we'll be in a position to relax a little and actually enjoy our house. So don't you think that this man, who has worked so hard to turn a crummy little fixer-upper into a comfortable home, . . .
. . . deserves to enjoy his tiki bar in breezy, fly-free comfort?
Let us drink mai-tais until our livers are laden with rum and our pancreases shut down from the sugar. Let us pass out under a cooling, artificial breeze. Let the flies not alight on our pineapple garnish. That's all we ask.
Let us have a ceiling fan.