Not a big fan of summer in general and heat waves in particular. Gizmo isn’t, either. As you can see, she was prepared to rip my face off should I attempt to move her out from under the ceiling fan in order to make the bed.
Because our house is not only older than dirt, but was originally a carriage barn, the horror show construction allowed us to install central air conditioning downstairs, but not upstairs. When it’s 74 downstairs and 90 in your bedroom, crankiness ensues.
So why, you might ask, don’t we have windowshakers in the bedrooms? Partly because they need to be cleaned and we’re lazy. And partly because the Short Kid’s window is too small for a window unit so there’s no way to air condition his room. I guess if he has to suffer, everybody else should, too. (Personally I think we should put the windowshakers in our room and TK’s room and let SK camp out on our floor.)
Since outside and upstairs are hotter than Hades, we’re all stuck tripping over each other downstairs. Here’s hoping Mother Nature remembers pretty soon that this isn’t, in fact, Florida and we can have our own weather back.
In the meantime, the television rules our world. PS3, Wii, movies. PS3, Wii, movies. Rinse. Repeat.