Today was so hot that daycare put a third pigtail in Lyla's hair. It was in the back, not unlike a rat tail.
Our central air conditioning is totally ineffective in 95-degree weather. My dad says it's the "A-coil," but I'm pretty sure B through Z are screwed too. A guy is coming on Sunday to putter around with it. Sunday is also my 31st birthday; it seems to me that getting overcharged for A-coil maintenance is a very 31-year-old thing to do.
Luckily we still have two window AC units from our old apartment days. They are now both blasting, one in our bedroom and the other in Lyla's nursery. When I pay this month's electrical bill, I'm going to buy myself a birthday cake from Dairy Queen...that is, if there's any money left.
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