Now, while I am sitting here in my 73° house, still trying to recover from the trip from the car to the house, I can't help but feel disgusted with myself. My hubby is out there! Not just out there, he's in a friggin' ATTIC! WORKING!!!!
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He took temperature gages up into the attic he was working in yesterday and it was 133° in the attic he was in!! ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE DEGREES!!!! What the crap?! He came home and it took him literally a couple of hours to cool down. Today he said it is even worse than yesterday. He got goosebumps he was so hot. GOOSEBUMPS!
I want to go rescue him and throw him in an ice cold bath, or a really cold pool. I want to hunt him down and bring him ice water and a portable a/c! Do they make little portable a/c's?! I think I am going to find one. He's going to die! DIE!!!!!
How can I sit here so selfishly complaining of it being hot!!!!!! What kind of a wife AM I?!?!?! I am quite literally disgusted with myself. The gall! The odacity!
Please excuse me, I've got to go cut the air down to 70°....
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He's in an attic? DUDE! It's been over 100 here with the heat index, even before Summer officially started and like you, I don't even want to go get the mail. It takes like half my ride home for the car to cool down. Hand me a margarita on the rocks please and fan me like Cleopatra. Screw all the effers who bitch about it being HOTTER elsewhere. They just wish they said it before you, cause you're way cooler and stuff...
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