The heat and humidity have decomposed whatever was left of our senses of humor. We are irritated, pissed off excuses for humanity. Why didn't we get the air conditioner serviced? why? why? why?
Dog days of summer indeed. There are not enough fans in the world. Or ice cream for that matter. (At least I think, off to check.)
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We are too poor to run the air much. Our rule is when the house hits 87 degrees then I can turn it on! And then I turn it on at 87 degrees. That's rich isn't it?! The A/C taunts me, and Justin gets to work in a building that's colder then it needs to be while I stay home with the sweetly kids and my stinky self. But we can beat the heat somehow.
We have the crank windows. Regular air conditioners don't fit. There are air conditioners that *do* fit, but they seem to start at $300. There's no cheap version.
ROFLOL...
"We are irritated, pissed off excuses for humanity."
You are NOT alone. :o)
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