This morning I woke up to hot stickiness. The air conditioner was on, but it was not working. Total bummer. It stopped working yesterday, or maybe it's not been working that great for a week or so. Anyway, I called our property management to inform them of our cooling crisis at 8am. It's after 2pm, and I'm still trying to get someone to call me back! I keep calling and calling and they keep giving me excuse after excuse. "Oh, she's with someone. She'll call back....She's out to lunch...." I feel like the wicked witch of the west. "I'm melting!"
It's very hot in our house, but what makes it worse is the humidity. It's like a swamp cooler gone bad in here. To make things worse, I HAD to do laundry today. Ugh. I also cleaned the house like crazy and all the movement is making it a sauna in here.
Heath is suppose to get home tonight. "Welcome to our hot spot, baby!"