It's. Hot. Here.
No biggie. (I secretly like the heat - waaay better than the cold). But, I also secretly - or not so secretly - like air conditioning.
In the summer, we keep our thermostat set at 78 degrees.
Toasty, right?
Actually it's really not that toasty when you imagine a zillion dollar electric bill just for 6 extra degrees of chilliness.
No thank you, Ma'm.
Well, last Saturday I was doing my regular Saturday cleaning, but for some reason, I was roasting.
I guess I was really getting a serious workout. Working up a sweat and all.
Oh wait, no I wasn't.
My darling daughter had messed with the thermostat and had switched the heat on.
I can't even tell you how excited I am to pay for heat on a 95 degree day.
Kids...they are something, aren't they?
2 comments:
I'm glad to hear that it wasn't something like a broken air conditioner. She looks very cute, even all sweaty and exhausted.
That's why you were so roasty-toasty! And it didn't help that day since you had about a kijillion extra kids running around your place!
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