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?
Monday, July 21, 2008
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2 comments:
oooh... Pitchfork! how was it?
may the AC gods have mercy on you.
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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