How?

How in the freaking WORLD can our AC go out in October?

Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking, “At least it’s not JULY Brittny.”

And you know how I respond to that?

BY FLINGING SWEAT ON YOU.

Poor Will is terrified of me. You may not remember, but I sweat a lot. Yep, I’m a sweater. I think I’ve talked about being hot or sweating about a thousand times since the inception of this blog. Not only that, but I become quite unbearable when I get hot. I told Will tonight that God has me living in the 21st century for a reason. Do you know what he said to that?

“Yeah. You would have been the grumpy old maid if you were alive during any other era.”

Awww. He’s so sweet and romantic, isn’t he? That’s why I married him, you know.

The second we realized that the AC wasn’t just “frozen up” but instead murdered, we both just looked at each other and sort of laughed. He was like, “Oh crap.” That was all that needed to be said.

So, the rest of the day we played “who can be still the longest” and tried not to move as long as we possibly could.

I think I’ve surprised Will with my decent attitude. I’ve been rather peachy all day. We’ve had a really good day today. In fact, I’ve surprised myself! I think it’s because although it’s still FREAKING HOT (over 100), it’s not This-Heat-Is-Not-Only-Making-Me-STERILE-but-is-Also-Going-to-Take-My-Young-Life sort of hot. It’s that sort of hot from May to September. October is a lot better. I guess I should be thankful, right?

I came really close to body-slamming Will tonight, though. We were getting ready to go on our triple date and he had

EVERY

FREAKING

LIGHT

ON

IN

THE

HOUSE.

Um- hello burning light heat!!!

I would go behind him and turn off all the lights.

I’d go back to slooowly getting myself ready (as to not break a sweat!), only to turn around and see the freaking lights back on. I’d slowly get up, spray myself down with a water bottle, and turn the lights off again.

I’d get myself all situated and back to what I was doing only for the stupid freaking pieces of crap to be right back on.

Do you want to know how to make your eye twitch? THAT’S how to make your eye twitch.

He didn’t get my “system.” Trust me, there’s a system.

So, now we’re sitting with just two lights on in the whole house and two candles going. I told Will that burning candles would make me hot and he just looked at me like I was a freaking idiot.

I wasn’t kidding.

I also told him I couldn’t work out on the elliptical today because, “I would spread the heat” if I started sweating. Again, he just looked at me like in wonder.

Again, I wasn’t kidding.

Then.

Then!

Then my parents offer to house us tonight and instead of jumping on that wagon Will’s like, “No, we’re fine.”

Speak for yourself! I have sweat rolling down my freaking back and am trying to remember that Punky Brewster where the girl gets herself locked in the freezer during hide and go seek just so I can remember how they got her out just incase I need to climb into our fridge tonight- and you’re turning away an offer to sleep in peace. (I think I’ve made my point clear: I hate being hot and I hate sweating).

HELLO!!

Anyway, as you’ve guessed, we’re at our house.

We’re calling first thing in the morning to get it fixed. We would have called today, but it’s their holy day so nothing would have gotten done. Hopefully, for every living creature’s sake, our AC will get fixed tomorrow. Poor Boz and Lucy. They’re miserable. Their hair is long right now and although I can’t be positive, I really think I heard Lucy call me a naughty word today. Their getting groomed next week, but hopefully we’ll have the AC back by then.

I knew I loved our tile floors for a reason. I’ll be sleeping on them tonight.

Have a good weekend!

Your sweaty friend,

Brittny