It's pretty hot in here. Something in our furnace wasn't working - and so the guy we have come fix these things came and took a giant fan from inside the unit to take to the trade you a fan for one that works place. But he had a golf game yesterday, so we have to hang on. I'm so glad we keep using this guy.
Had you expected me to know the heating unit thinga-ma-jig had anything to do with cooling, I would have had to explain how you don't know anything about it and don't make sense. But I guess it's true - something about the thing blows the cool air as well as the hot. So - it's burning up. It snowed 6 or so inches about a week and a half or two ago and now it's 80-something with hurricane winds.
Try playing baseball in that! Better yet, try being the mom watching you play with a baby in tow getting giant gusts of sand grit embedded in your lip gloss. It's not working for me. I don't typically "rough it" anyway - and this is beyond having to camp out barefoot without a bathroom. It doesn't really look that bad until you step out and lose your breath with a swift gust of wind to the face wondering if God is trying to smother you with an invisible pillow. I wouldn't put it past Him. He's a real prankster.
Other than that - everything is just dandy. I like the word dandy. I like the words doohickey, booby-trap, and situation also [context: It depends on your... (long pause)... situation]. The baby is happy and healthy and is my number 1 fan. She just really is. I'm the only one she finds hilarious. But what am I supposed to do? I am.
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