so uncool

I won't write a long one this time, because the last time I did, the whole thing was lost forever. No idea where it went. So I don't want to commit a chunk of time to just have it flushed down the toilet of cyberspace. Punks.

We are recovering from a couple of days of no refrigerator and no air conditioning. Wednesday, both of those modern conveniences decided to break. The A.C. is back after much anxious prayer, and sweating, and the fridge guy is supposed to come tomorrow from Sears. Nearly a week without a fridge--well, we borrowed a little one from a very nice fellow, and our fridge did need a cleaning-out, but I don't like being forced to clean something. Anyway, I am just hoping that I don't miss their call tomorrow, from some freak occurrence or something, because then they won't come at all and we have to re-schedule. People always call when I am changing a diaper---ALWAYS. It's like they hear the velcro ripping, and that's the signal. I need to put a silent phone in the changing closet.

I hate the fact that they make me stay in the house all day long, because the window of time they say is like 6 hours long, and even if I do stay inside on a normal day, it still feels so claustrophobic to have to wait for the all-clear. Anyway, I am just whining as usual. Tired of it yet? Well quit reading my blog then.

I am quite used to luxury now, and am severely cranky when I don't have it. I don't understand how people can live in India, or even Georgia for goodness' sake, and enjoy the fact that you're still sweating bullets with no clothes on. There's something sick about that. I am just too much of a Northern European to be able to handle that kind of extreme heat. My skin was made for living in darkness and being covered with several layers. Otherwise I look like the rising moon on a plucked chicken. They could stick me underwater and I could be one of those light-up plankton.

Atticus is up from his nap. Better post now...