Hot and Not

Hot:
I should say broiling. Our air conditioning unit died yesterday, and we have been without cool air forever (ok, two days and one night. It just feels like forever.)

We are all sweating profusely (very nice visual for you) and are about as close to miserable as we have been in some time. Grace can't go to sleep and has been crying off and on for the last hour, so Rob has taken her for a drive around Lubbock inside a very cold van in hopes that she will fall asleep. Poor baby. I'm considering camping outside in the backyard--at 92 degrees, I'm betting it's still cooler out there than on the inside of this HOT and stuffy house. Our whole system would choose to die in August, during these dog days of summer. Oh, the things you take for granted.

And . . .

Not hot:
Don't laugh, but I finally had to buy a new pair of tennyshoes and I had to buy a size 11. You could fit a small family inside of them. Seriously. I've never seen anything so big or so white on my feet. Size 11, people.

Addendum:
Rob and Grace just walked in the house, and she is VERY AWAKE. Plan B, anyone?
Rob peeked in here and said, "Well, that was a roaring success." That just about sums up this whole experience.

Grouchy and hot,
Jana