Our house right now.
I came home from work today and it was 80 degrees in here. Walked around the side of the house, and the motor was running, but the fanythingy wasn't turning.
Called the repair dudes and they can't come down tonight. Luckily, Bill's dad has an old window unit. We've got it upstairs in our bedroom, with BooBerry camping on her little pink princess couch at the foot of our bed. We're calling it "camping."
She wanted s'mores and roasted hot dogs. Don't know where that comes from, as Bill & I are most certainly not camping material. Unless it's camping for a Wii (in Bill's case) or a new Anya Hindmarch bag (me).
Martinis. Martinis will help me sleep tonight in this heat ...
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You are welcome to stay with us. Last weekend, when Dunnski had no air and his house was 80, he was a guest at the Charmed Bed and Breakfast.
You know what you need? Here's a hint:
Wife: "How hot is it going to be today?"
Husband: "Hotter than yesterday."
Wife: "Yesterday...yesterday you said you'd call Sears."
Husband: "I'll call today."
Wife: "You'll call now."
Husband (smiles): "I'll call now."
::Sears pitch::
Wife: "What's the paper say for tomorrow?"
Husband: "Another scorcher!"
Wife (satisfied smile, basking in the cool breeze of the total emasculation of her husband): "Cool."
Ryan went all old school on us. Niiiiice.
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