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Heat Stroke





I think I'm having it. It's over 90 degrees INSIDE MY HOUSE!! This isn't something that makes me feel all warm and cozy.. Well, warm sure. Cozy, not so much.

I've been promised that our air conditioning will be done and working by the time I get home from hell one the hottest places on the planet (LV) I made mention of the fact that if the air conditioning is not hooked up and pumping out nice, frozen air by the time I'm supposed to start my return trip, I won't start my return trip. In fact, I won't come home at all. I'll stay right there, lodeged in that Las Vegas pool and I don't care how pruney I get, I won't come out.

How's that for a temper tantrum.


Oh, and my oil gauge did something wonky today. Hubby is outside looking into it right now.

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy, Joy.

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  1. I'm sweating for you...I cannot fathom what the world did before A/C. Or swimming pools. Hope they get it fixed for you so that you don't get too pruney...

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  2. The good Lord knew not to send me to earth before the advent of air conditioning, swimming pools and ice cubes to put down my bra.

    I'd never have made it as a pioneer crossing the plains.

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  3. Anonymous11:39 PM

    "ice cubes to put down my bra"
    There goes another 7% of the polar ice cap then.

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  4. Hey, that was me. Bloody blogger pretends not to know who I am. As if!

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  5. Pammy please, I don't really do 'pruney'. Think of the future darling one.

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  6. I'm just trying to catch up to you, Tom dearest. :grin:

    Well, the kids are in the car and we're waiting for the Teenage Irritant to get back from the gym. Yes, it's only a bit after four in the morning. She went to buy some protein food.

    I'll try and blog from the road. Hugs and kisses to all.

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  7. I think that's a temperature tantrum.

    Hey, even with my AC running all day, my house never gets cooler than 80 degrees.

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  8. LOL @ "ice cubes to put down my bra" - boy, that would get rid of any "not so fresh" feeling.

    We're hot down here in Portland too. Yesterday we played in the fountain downtown and the lovely cool feeling lasted until bedtime. Today's much better.

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  9. I've been to that fountain! I love it.

    We made it to Pocatello. Hot, but not as hot as we were yesterday in Seattle! They don't have a wifi hookup here so I can't do my pictures till another time later on the road.

    Hubby said they are working on the ac in our house tomorrow. Mmm. Hmm. I've heard that before! :grin:

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  10. It was 31 celcius here yesterday. Not sure what that ends up being in farenheit but suffice it to say, it is HOT! No A/C here. I really feel like I'm missing out on the good stuff...

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