Remember how our A/C was broken? Like, ELEVEN days ago? Well last week the A/C repair dude finally came to fix it. Only he wasn't sure he did. He said he made it better but it still wouldn't be great. What the fuck? Yes, I spelled it out, THAT'S how what-the-fuck I feel about this. In fact, this should have been my WTF? rant yesterday, but at the time I thought our A/C was working pretty damn well.

WELL, that is because yesterday it was cool here in Redneck Valley. Today? Not so much. And tomorrow is supposed to be 86 degrees, "mostly sunny and pleasant." PLEASANT?! Um, 86 degrees is only pleasant when you have operational A/C! Which we determined this evening that we most definitely DO NOT have.

I cannot tell you how many times I have exclaimed, completely exasperated, that "I just cannot take this HEAT!" all the while fanning myself and patting my forehead with a tissue. It's official - I have become my grandmother.

This whole broken A/C thing really bothers me. And did I mention I'm hot? Mostly hot, with a little bothered thrown in. I don't want to be bothered, considering tomorrow is my birthday and one should never be bothered on one's birthday. But also...also one shouldn't be HOT on one's birthday! Not against one's will anyway. And here I am going to be hot AND bothered on my birthday. That shit ain't right.

On a happier note, Rob has been in the basement for nearly 45 minutes wrapping my birthday presents. Granted, he is a slow, meticulous wrapper, but still, 45 MINUTES! That's a long time, y'all!

(Wait, it just occurred to me that the basement is currently the only cool place in our house. Oh, he'd best not be down there soaking up the coolness under the pretense of wrapping a pile of presents...)

Ooh, on another happy note, I just got an ecard from John Stamos! Heh, speaking of being hot and bothered....