It's still hot as balls in our house. Jason has about six different contractors coming in today so he can get quotes, since he is bound and determined that we are getting a new unit.
In fact, we had an entire conversation about it.
Jason: I think we should get a new unit.
Me: Heh! You said "unit"!
*We both dissolve into giggles like 13 year old boys*
Okay, that was actually pretty much it.
The heat sucks. I think the heat would suck even if I wasn't fat as Holy Hell, but I am, so it's much worse. I'm getting like, elbow sweat. And if you need to know how attractive elbow sweat is let me just tell you. Not very.
Boy Child says this morning: Mom? Does the heat make you angry?
Me: Um, maybe. Why do you ask?
Boy Child: Because you look pretty mad mom.
Me: It's more just the fact that it's 6:30am and I'm not sleeping.
Boy Child: Does not sleeping making you sweaty too?
Me: I'm going to need you to go sit over there now.
I don't know when I became so intolerant. When I was a child I would run around outside for hours in the 95 degree weather and not give a crap if I got sweaty or hot. Now, I'm saying things like, "I'M DYING. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. JASON, COME OVER HERE AND SPIT ON ME."
That's not attractive either.
Boy Child asked me on the way to camp this morning if the air would be fixed soon. I told him I hoped it would.
Boy Child: Good. I'm tired of sitting in ball soup.
Girl Child: And I'm tired of sitting in vagina soup!
Me: Um, your vagina doesn't hang out of your body, so I think you'll be okay.
Girl Child, thinking: I don't want to sit in anyone's ball soup either. I think they might have gotten it on the couch.
Me: OH MY GOOD LORD.
Boy Child: It was Daddy!
Me: IT WAS NOT. NO ONE IS SITTING NAKED ON THE COUCH.
Boy Child: Either way. I'm tired of sweating my cubes off.
Me: Could we just have one day in which we do not talk about scrotums for the love of God?
That's about all that's going on at my house these days.