So, it's freakin' sweltering today, and I'm thinking... well at least the AC will be on when I get home. It'll be nice and frosty. Wrong. Turns out that our thermostat is battery operated, and the batteries died today. My trusty indoor outdoor thermometer tells me that the indoor temp topped out at 83. When I got home, indoors and out were 82. Yet, somehow outdoors felt like a blast furnace, and indoors was just uncomfortably warm. This seems to strange to me. So now, after an hour of AC running, and extra fans running to redistribute the cool air throughout, the indoor temp has reached the frosty temp of... (wait for it)... eighty-one degrees!

I'm so damn weak. A sleepless night of puke cleanup, a few busy days at work, and a lack of air conditioning when I get home, and it almost makes me want to cry. I guess the mind and spirit can callous just like the hands... and mine are soft and pink. What would "Bob" say?