So, do you remember that one level on Super Mario Brothers 3? The one where you're running through the desert, and that angry sun is swirling around in the sky overhead? And then every so often, he dive-bombs Mario/Luigi and tries to fuck their shit up?
Remember this guy?
He's the bastard that has been beating down on Central Ohio for quite some time, and that has generally been turning our house into a Swamp-Ass Sauna.
Well, no longer!
As of about 10:00 this morning, the A/C has been fixed, and for a mere $50 service fee. I would strongly recommend to anyone buying a house: get a home warranty. I compare it to AAA Roadside Assistance: you never realize how smart it is to have until you lock your keys in your running car at 2:00 AM (or, in this case, until your air conditioner breaks in the span of the hottest stretch of days of the entire summer thus far).
Melissa is finally back from North Carolina, and now that the A/C is fixed, we're hoping to pick up our pooch to reunite the entire family. It'll be good to have the little guy home. He's been gone since Monday morning, so I've essentially had three days with nobody to talk to at home. Not good times.
In other news, my band has a show next Friday night here in Columbus at Bernie's on High Street. Should be a good time. John, our singer, has purchased a 10-watt bullhorn from Radio Shack. No rock band is really a rock band until the singer is yelling/singing through a bullhorn. This is our first local show on a Friday night in quite some time, so hopefully the turnout will be better than usual.
Remember that scene in the Simpsons where Homer has the air conditioner, and he's bundled up in the living room while his sisters-in-law melt outside the window? That will be me sooner rather than later.
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hmm... within walking distance... might have to make the trip.
The house is so cold right now, I actually had to put on my warm, fuzzy slippers. Bless the AC.
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