Some of you may have heard the whining all the way across the US. Our air conditioner died Friday morning, July 4th, yup, just in time for holiday repair pricing. We called the repair guy and he did his best, but the blown motor couldn't be replaced until Monday afternoon. It was 100 degrees Friday and hovered at about 98 the rest off the weekend. Our brains were boiled. But you can tell how bad it was by the fact that Bart the Dog let me put a wet towel on his head, and he kept it there all night. For those of you who don't have dogs, that ranks up there with, "Oh no, really, I don't need to smell that." in terms of remarkable.
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