Do you know what the temperature is at the weather station just two blocks from my house?
Though the official city temp right is 96. So now who’s all smug about living in the foothills with the view and the woods and the creek, and not on the other side of I-25, which is the hot and dry plains.
Did I mention I don’t have air conditioning?
Did I mention I’m pregnant?
Yeah. Yay me!
It’s a well established, scientific fact that where ever I live will experience immediate, catastrophic and record breaking heat. If I’m pregnant, it’s even worse.
So here I sit, sweating it out, feeling slightly nauseated and cursing the day we moved into Pioneer House. Really – who doesn’t have air conditioning in this day and age?
I closed all the windows at 8:45 this morning in a vain attempt to keep the cold night air in. I banned all use of the oven or the stove until the situation gets better. I’m willing to slip the a/c guy an extra $2000 in cash under the table if he’ll move us up to the top of his two week waiting list.
I can’t believe I did it again.