Excuse me, but I am very hot. Not because it's 82-degrees outside (93-degrees inside the house). Not because my 25-year-old daughter starred yesterday on the TV show Divorce Court (Seriously, I'm not joking; I'll post the episode # soon). And I'm not hot because my mother-in-law visited from Las Vegas last week, and washed and folded my underwear.
I'm hot because our central air conditioning unit broke down yesterday, and a service man is here fixing it right now. When he leaves, he's gonna take $820.00 of my Effa/HarperCollins advance, money I'd planned to use on...anything but my air conditioner.
On the bright side, I guess I should be thankful that I can afford to get the unit fixed at all. Had it broke down a month ago, we'd be sitting in this house sweating like pigs, not smelling right.