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June 22, 2005

Unless ...

it's followed by the really crappy realization that it's not working, after all, and your house is still hotter than hell, and will be for another night and who knows how much longer tomorrow. Oh, and by the way, the other car is in the shop, so not only is it hotter than hell, but you're stuck there the whole freaking day.

I wish I knew what I did to tick off the universe.

Posted by lynx at June 22, 2005 9:34 PM

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Karma. Pure F-ing karma.

I blame Ashcroft.

Posted by: Jeff Medcalf [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 23, 2005 12:12 AM

Ashcroft, are you kidding? Only Karl Rove has the power to pull off something this diabolical.

Posted by: Brian at June 23, 2005 1:51 AM

Hi crabby & cranky gal who posted at Poppins!

I have NO sympathies for you because I live in a place where the heat supposedly doesn't happen often enough for people to justify buying AC. Most of us just tough it out for the 6-8 weeks. Crazy.

For some reason it's OK to get furnaces here, even though it only gets cold for also about 6 weeks. The rest of the time it's 12 degrees & raining. (this post is my cunning ploy to keep anyone from moving to Vancouver so the damned house prices will finally stop skyrocketing....)

Just for the record - my kids are sponges too, & I do make them memorize stuff - though probably not enough.

Posted by: hornblower at June 23, 2005 10:51 AM

No, the real leader of the VRWC (vast, right-wing conspiracy) is not Ashcroft or Rove, but someome else. Someone who can reach from beyond the grave to implement his plans.

The ghost of Ronald Reagan.

Posted by: TheOtherBlogger [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 23, 2005 12:06 PM

Really? That's good, because the air gets colder when ghosts pass by, right?

Big raspberry to Hornblower. I think I said 30 over on poor Poppins' blog. That's incorrect. It's actually 32. And my husband's car is broken, so he had to take mine to work. So not only is it 32 in the house, but WE CAN'T LEAVE. And by some strange quirk of physiology, I cannot sleep when it's above 85 Fahrenheit, so I'm working on about two hours of sleep, as well.

So yes, I'm whining. And crabby. More today than yesterday, so I'm going to try to refrain from commenting. And posting. And talking to people in general :)

Posted by: Stephanie at June 23, 2005 12:54 PM

Stephanie,

You have my utmost sympathy. It's 90 with 60% humidity here in Missouri. I can't imagine Texas is any better.

My dh can't sleep when it's hot either, so when our air broke he checked us into a hotel.

Posted by: Staci at June 23, 2005 3:03 PM

OK, I take back my lack of sympathy since you sound so miserable. I'm virtually taking you out. I'm coming in my airconditioned minivan. There's a cold beverage of your choice waiting for you in the cupholder. We're taking the kids to the shady outdoor pool, where we will eat lots of ice cream. I won't mind if you snooze a bit in the cool breeze & catch up on your sleep. Grab your towel & wait by the door.

Posted by: hornblower at June 23, 2005 3:36 PM

You could always do the pioneer/cowboy thing and wrap up in wet sheets before going to sleep on the porch...

It also helps a wee bit to hang cold wet sheets over an open window - the evaporation helps cool things down.

I hope the AC is back on soon! Sympathies!

Posted by: Concierge at June 23, 2005 8:20 PM

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