Monday, July 21, 2008

At least we still have real toilets

Sunday night after three days of steamy, sweltering standing around at Pitchfork isn't the best time to come home to a closed-up house and a non-working a/c unit.

I was so desperate last night, I took the tiniest scredriver man ever made (seriously, I think it was from an eyeglass repair kit) and tried to crack open our unit and fix it.

It's probably for the best that I couldn't get it open. Even though our house remained hot, I'm still typing this with 10 fingers.

I never thought I'd say this, but I CAN'T WAIT to go to the airport. Auntie Anne's and air conditioning. Mommy, is this Heaven?


minijonb said...

oooh... Pitchfork! how was it?

may the AC gods have mercy on you.

Alison said...

It was good. I'll have a more comprehensive update soon.

Three nights in a frosty hotel room means my brain is allllllmost un-melted.

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