So, off we go to karate, where we all had great classes and a wonderful time in general.
Then we got home.
And I walked in the door and realized that something was terribly, terribly wrong.
There was no burst of cool air when we entered the livingroom. The air was stale and hot, gross and completely unpleasant. The thermostat read 88 degrees.
88. Degrees. (cue doom music)
Our air conditioner had stopped working, and there was nothing to do about it but WHIIIIINE.
And then we moved in with my mom, who, thankfully, has about eleventy-billion extra bedrooms and has NO problem with hosting her grown daughter, son-in-law, two grandkids, and two dogs. Even though she had returned just the day before from her vacation in Alaska and was, I'm sure, looking forward to a little decompression time before she went back to work.
Psycho Puff, however, was a little peeved about the dogs. She spent three days hissing intermittently and looking ticked.
Although, she sorta looks like that all the time.
Well, cleaning the unit didn't help, although I think that Troy and I lost 10 pounds of body weight through sweating as we performed that little task. On Tuesday, Troy replaced the fan motor and some little capacitor thing that I just can't help refer to as the Flux Capacitor because I'm a dork like that, and the unit is now up and running.
The FUN part about all of this was that we went and stayed at a hotel on Sunday night. My brother was moving in with my mom and it seemed that adding his two cats to the current menagerie would be a little too much, so our pups went to the boarder and we went to the Radisson where fun times were had by all as we spent hours in the swimming pool!
I will say, as I always do when Super Troy the Fix It Man repairs yet another thing that has broken, I am thoroughly impressed with his abilities! It just never gets old! (And saves us a ton of dough.)
And as much as I enjoyed our stay-cation, I'm glad to be back in my own bed!