The air conditioner is broken.
Therefore my brain is broken.
I always have plans for a witty and profound blog post, but time and life always seem to get in the way. This is all I can muster in the sweltering heat that is my house right now. I hate being too poor to call a repair man.
Boo.
Thus endeth this rant.
Lily
1 comment:
I have very distinct memories of us in the swealtering Georgia heat without air conditioner in the Riverdale house, spraying each other down with cool bottles of water and mom going ballistic. Right now I'm lovin the 80 degree highs in Flag. You're going to have the last laugh in the winter, though. Love ya.
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