For those of you who haven’t been watching I’m a Celebrity Get Me Outta Here (you must have a life – or at least cable) the general concept of the show is taking a group of pampered celebrities and put them in the jungle for a month. They live outside, eat rice and beans, and participate in food challenges that typically involve some combination of spiders, rats, ants, or snakes.
The celebrity that survives the longest is crowned King/Queen of the Jungle, and gets money for his/her charity. If at any time the celebrity doesn’t want to participate, or wants to go home, they just say “I’m a celebrity get me outta here.”
I don’t think of myself as a pampered diva. Sure I have a walk-in closet full of clothes and own a couple of designer purses. Yes, my family of 2 does own 3 vehicles. However, I truly don’t believe I’m spoiled.
I would like to take this opportunity to say “I’m a spoiled American – get me outta here.” I have reached my limit. With temperatures in the high 80s, and our lovely home at 84 degrees I just can’t take it anymore. Unless the rain cools things off this afternoon, I’ll be turning my air conditioning on when I get home from work today.
I’m proud of myself for making all the way through May, and at least attempting June. But it’s more than I can deal with. Jay is still comfortable. Although he’s not the one coming home after running 3 miles, over the hot stove cooking dinner, and over the steaming hot dish water.
Our exchange last night:
Me: We’re not poor! We can afford a little a/c.
Jay: What if business dries up, we could be poor.
Me: Even poor people have their a/c on at 84 degrees!
So farewell electric bill under $40, it was nice knowing you. I hope to see you again this fall.