Grr.  B, you jinxed us.  Since we moved in to our new house, B has been making remarks about our air conditioner.

“It’s too small.”

“It’s too old.”

“It can’t possibly handle the job of cooling the whole house.”

Well B, congrats.  You hurt our air conditioner’s feelings.  And now it’s dead.

It’s dead and I am hot!  And whiny.  And cranky.

Also I am crampy.

So.  Um… anyone want to come fix my air conditioner?  For free?  I will share my jalapeño jelly!  (Hey look, I got the fancy tilde symbol to work.  Go me!)

B and I are probably going to board the dogs tomorrow.  I hate to do it, but the air conditioner man has four jobs lined up before us and it is just to hot in here.  I can’t imagine what it is going to feel like come noon tomorrow.  Poor kids.

Cross your fingers for a cool house tomorrow.  I am afraid it is going to be a sleepless night tonight.