This weekend Jay and I went on another hike - the water was cool, the scenery was gorgeous, and we got some pretty good pictures. Unfortunately, they're all on his laptop so I can't share them with you.
It stressed me out a little, to spend the whole Saturday away, but Jay assured me that we'd get the housework done this week after work.
After the hike we headed to a friend's house for a coupon party. Only I didn't tell Jay that it was a couponfest. He and the man of the house watched baseball and kept themselves intertained while the womenfolk clipped coupons at the table.
When we got home, the house was 83 degrees. The a/c is broken, for the 3rd time this summer. We had to call them out in June and July, why skip August?
Part of the frustration is that Jay's parents (our landlords) have a home warranty on it. The idea of a warranty is great, something breaks and its only $50 to repair it.
In reality that means using the repair company they choose, the repairman having to diagnose, then waiting on approval to fix the problem. In our situation, I'd be willing to be good money that there is some fraud going on. Since our warranty expires next Tuesday, I'm guessing that they've just been half @$$ing the job trying to wait us out till the warranty expires.
Remember that housework I abandoned on Saturday? Its still waiting for me. As hard as it is to find the motivation to scrub a toilet, its even harder to find when its 87 degrees inside.
With the windows open, sitting under the ceiling fan I can almost not be miserable. Stick me in the bathroom with no window to open, no air circulating at all? I'll pass.