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Naked Weekend.

By revolutionaire.
My home air conditioning decided to take a poop. And as if that alone doesn't suckz0r enough for two, my car's air conditioning isn't working at the moment either. It's glorious. It's 90 degrees out, I drove all the way home, baking and getting sunburns on my left arm and shin, and then I get home, open the door -- expecting a gust of cool air, and fwap -- I'm hit with a humid wall of cooped up hot air instead. And the cats ... the cats look like they've all died in the hallway; they're just splayed out on the cool tile. Bless their hearts.

It wasn't so bad though (although for the pets, it's much worse). If I didn't put much for clothes on, and didn't spend much time in the living room (which is easily one of the warmer places in my house), I would be able to manage.

My weekend:

2 broken air conditioners
4 fans
5 phone calls
3 hot cats
2 hot pooches
1 hot ferret
3 glasses of wine
4 evening IMs
8 cool baths
2 shaved legs
1 trip to town
2 miles on foot
2 miles on a bike
$100 in groceries
1 birthday present
2 trips out to water the plants
1 home cooked meal
1 magazine read
4 chapters of 'teach yourself Spanish' Spanish
2 loads of laundry
1 pack of craisins!
1.5 movies
25 hours of sleep

Despite how warm it was, it was, honest to god, the nicest weekend I've had in awhile. Everything I did, I did for me. It was awesome to have no place to go and no one to entertain. Sometimes I just love being a recluse.

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Laura said…
your weekend sounds amazing.

the a/c in my poor old honda is dead, so i feel your pain. ugh.
June 9, 2008 at 6:47 PM
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