Me: "Hi buddy. I'm sorry it's hot, but I'm doing everything I can to try and make it better."
Me: "No really. That's why it's been dark in here in the mornings. I've been closing the blinds to keep the morning sun out. And I spent a lot of money so we could have an air conditioner... well, geez, you probably don't have a clue what money is."
Me: "Money is like cat food. It's something with value. An asset. No, wait - that's not it. How about this... Money is what I trade to get your cat food."
Me: "Don't look at me like that! Because I bought an air conditioner, it doesn't mean there will be less cat food. It means I wouldn't be able to buy something else for myself. Come on now you bastard, I take care of you!"
Me: "Oh, right... then why is it so hot? Well, I can only do so much."
Me: "Yeah, I think this air conditioner might be a piece of crap too... Maybe I should have just bought more cat food."
My loft doesn't have a traditional window to hang a typical air conditioner out of, and portable air conditioners suck. But you know what they always say: those who live in glass houses are doomed to suffer with portable air conditioners. Or something like that.
At least Tuck was smart enough to figure out that if he sprawls in front of the flow of cool air, it feels better.
As for me, well... I am dreaming of a white Christmas!
...or at least a cold one.
Me: "Hey, at least it isn't as hot today as it was yesterday!"
Meanwhile, from across the room...
Simon: "...Did somebody say cat-food?"
I never thought I would see the day that 80 degrees would be a change for the better as far as temps go... We were out in Downtown last night and I belatedly thought we should have invited you... Chinese food from PF Changs and Gelato from Mio Gelato and then wandering around outside while we finished our treats... It culminated with a trip to Everyday Music... I think you would have had fun...
Bad Mari!::::: | June 28, 2006 7:49 AM
I have a window unit so my place isn't that hot. I just feel bad sitting in my house drunk with all the blinds closed and that cats begging to get out.
They quickly realized the error of their ways and came inside to torture me a little more.
I'm trading their catfood for liquor and cigarrettes if they keep it up.::::: | June 28, 2006 2:30 PM