...you get home from a hard days work, stumble in from 100 degree heat and find that he forgot to turn the A/C on before he left this morning. (See, in the mornings, we often turn it off and open the door so that the dogs can come and go.) I walked into an 82 degree house. Poor Bubba could barely get his big old biscuits off the tepid tiles. First Sami gets left out all night and then Jim tries to cook our puppies - on one of the hottest days of the year!!! Seriously, I'd call Puppy Services on his arse if he weren't my husband (you know, like children's services).
So I checked and it looks like the weather will break next Thursday. The high is supposed to be 79! I live for that...I can't wait until I can revel in 55 degree nights with my windows open, under cool sheets rather than waking up soaking wet. As a former student with a speech impediment used to say, "Bwing it on"!
K - must go sit and drink (o.j. and ginger ale - it's not even 4 yet), cool down and watch Take Home Chef.
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