The American Dream

Jul 29, 2008 23:00

I came home today to an 88 degree house and a husband chortling with glee that our worst homeownership nightmares had at last come true.

Our AC died. Not "it banged its head and will be okay in a few days." Not, "let's just wait for 24 hours and pray." I'm talking full-on, slow-singin', flower bringin', don't bother with life support deliverance unto the great beyond.

The repair guy tried to get the compressor going again in it shot sparks and smoked.

So now we throw our feet at the mercy of Austin Energy, hoping that their energy saver program/ rebates / preferred contractors will be sufficient to get us up and running with a new AC by the end of the week.

In the meantime, we're asleep in the living room, the target of a multitude of noisy and mostly ineffective floor fans. It's still hovering at around 88.

This so would happen three weeks after I bought a car.

The quote of the evening was supplied by my father, who said, "Well, yeah, when's the last time you had something break when it wasn't being used," in response to my observation that these things always happen at the worst possible time.

Tomorrow morning's coffee will be served on ice.

That is all.
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