That’s how many degrees it is here outside of Boston. And it’s supposed to be hotter tomorrow and Friday. I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it before, and I’m far too sweaty and lazy at this point to check, but I am a fall/winter girl. Theory? You can pile on sweatpants and hoodies and blankets and light fires all the livelong day, but you can’t take off your skin to feel any cooler.
Let that image sink in for a sec… there.
We have an AC unit in our bedroom window, which makes sleeping all fine and dandy, but I just hate the thought of unnecessarily cooling most of the house if we put one in the living room. Mum suggested thermal curtains in the doorways that don’t have doors, but we just haven’t gotten around to it, what with eleventy-million other things to do. Used it again.
Dan (I give up, I’m using first names now. He’s the hubby, by the way) made up a song that at least makes the situation a little funnier. The lyrics are simple for the chorus: We all live in a house with no AC, a house with no AC, a house with no AC. To the tune of “Yellow Submarine.”
Let that get all stuck in your head… there.
Boy, I’m mean in this heat.
Anywho, the way the house is set up means I am presently sitting at my computer (dang, no laptop) in the office, which is as far away from the AC as I can get while staying on this floor. There is only one bare bulb for lighting in here (not quite done moving in and locating outlets), and it’s hot as a number of unsavory metaphors. You know ‘em all.
Yep, that’s a good one.
Which means I’m not posting the “before” pictures of the transformation of the house, because it’s too damn hot and I need to shower and put myself to bed. In the AC. But when it’s not as hot as your gross metaphor, I promise I’ll share. ‘Cause I also have Early-During and Late-During photos. Oh, honey… we are nowhere near After photos yet. There’s still crap to move! Crap means it will all likely end up in the yard sale pile. Then you will get your Afters.