When central A/C wasn't something my little mind could even imagine.
I was more than happy to huddle beside the one wall unit in the study of our house and trade Oliver Wendell Holmes stamps with my older brother and eat frozen lemon pudding.
Fast forward to today, and my family can't even make it through a night of hot temps.
That's right, because our A/C is broken we headed to the local Hilton last night rather then stay in our (honestly, not that) hot house.
For the record, I went under protest, but I did still go.
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1 comment:
Makes an eloquent case for the return of satin pants.
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