But not me. It’s 90 degrees Fahrenheit (33 Celsius, I think) in my house right now, which is two degrees lower than before the thunderstorms rolled through. I don’t know whether to thank the storms for lowering the temperature of my home, or to curse them for blowing out my air-conditioner yesterday.
Can we exchange weather? Here it’s cold and wet.
oh. my. gosh.
how have you not curled up and died in this weather??? NO AC?! wow.
Yikes, your air conditioning is out?? Geez..
Wanna come over? Mine works ok.
oh no!!!! seriously??? dude, you should have called me. when is it getting fixed? you should just stay at my house. we live close to each other.
i’m texting you about this right now.
also, $3,000????
OOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUCCCHHHHHHH
sorry dude. now i really will have to make lasagna for you! 🙂
p.s. it could have been worse. the lightning could have hit your house. or you. and you’d be homeless or dead. or, at the very least, burned up into little crispy stuckey bits.
ew.