Well, the new air-conditioner is in. Of course, as is the case with any major expenditure we make, I'm convinced we were royally ripped off. Granted, the house has been without air-conditioning since Saturday, so it's going to take a while to cool this hothouse down, but I just feel it should be way freezing-er by now. The kids had to start out sleeping in the basement tonight because their rooms were still too stuffy. I'll see how things are in the morning, I guess. If my nipples don't freeze and snap off by the time I wake up, though, I'm demanding a refund.
Oh, and when the guy hands me the bill today, and I handed him a credit card, he said, "Oh, I must have forgotten to mention that we don't take credit cards." What the which?! Who the fuck doesn't take credit cards today?! Like I just have that kind of money just lounging around in my checking account waiting to be forked over to you, Chuck. So now we're really fucked because we basically just handed over everything we have for the goddamn kitchen redo.
Looks like we'll all be sellin' our plasma again this weekend, Mother.