RIP AC

Farewell oh cooler of my home

I know this is BrideBlog, but my mind is currently preoccupied with something else.

The air conditioner, which lived a long and well-loved life, has gone to the big cold place in the sky. It's estimated age is 30. It looks like a canned ham.

I came home today at about 8:30 p.m. I had left all FOUR ceiling fans on and no lights on when I departed 12 hours prior. The AC was set to be at 78 when I got home. It was 87 in here. That is quite warm. A check of the not-cold air coming out of the vents confirmed my fear. The AC was no longer. I had been expecting this for the exactly five years I've owned this house.

But I was not expecting it 12 days before I got married.

When the house is in such a state of chaos that there is a TV in the middle of the floor, a set of shelves on the couch and drawers that supposedly hold "workout clothes" at home in the living room. When there are two microwaves in the kitchen, and about 5 laundry baskets full of clothes on every floor of the house. And the idea of moving anything in this heat? Even 4"? Yeah, you break a sweat. I broke a sweat cutting up strawberries. And I'm wearing only old shorts with monkeys on them and a sports bra. (hey, it's not like I'm in public!)

We've opened the windows. Despite the screens, I have killed no fewer than six - make that seven - bugs while typing this (they must be attracted to the screen - they keep flying into it.)

So we've called some HVAC people (what's that stand for anyway? Hot vithout air conditioning?). We'll be getting some bids. But do you know how much central air costs? I sure didn't. It's multiple thousands of dollars. And we had some other plans for that money.

It's called OUR HONEYMOON.