Man, is it hot. I mean, it's like Africa hot. Forget that "women glisten," thang. I'm pouring down the sweat. It's just dripping, almost RAINING off of me. It's just too. dang. hot.
But I had a choice, of course. I could have had central air. I would have had to give up my big bathtub, or my hickory doors, or my hickory cabinets. We were finishing those things when it wasn't very hot. Like it is, say, today. And humid. 77% humidity. That's just wrong.
So, no air conditioning for me. I have the condenser coils, and everything's all hooked up and ready to go. I'm just missing that ever-important unit. I could have had the unit. I was so close. But no. I have to sit in the heat. All the time. Well, not in the winter, per se. But during the summer. Just heat. No air conditioning in my van. None in the Jeep. It kinda makes a person wanna spend their days at Stuff*Mart, or any stupid movie that happens to be playing, or stay in the bathtub all day. It's a nice one, after all. But, hey, my cabinets are nice. And the doors look great. Sigh. Even if they're swelling with the humidity and I can't close them all the way.
Unless...
Do you believe in air conditioning? Do you, dear Reader? If you do believe in air conditioning, just click your mouses. Right up there on the top right hand side of the screen. It's probably advertising something about butterflies, or central air, or Jeeps, or something relevent to my endless ramblings. Maybe, just maybe, if you click, and he clicks, and she clicks, and they click (but not I. I can't click), just MAYBE I can get that $600 I need to make my life less sticky, and less grumpy, and less downright hot.
Remember, everytime a blogger says, "I don't believe in air conditioning," there's a little Thicket Dweller somewhere that falls down dead. From heat exhaustion.
Click. Click. Click.
There's no place like home. If it has central air, that is.
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