Tuesday, September 9, 2008

If my husband was a doctor, would I be dead?

This will be day 5 that the air conditioning upstairs hasn't worked. Can't get anyone to show up because it is so hot and every company in town is booked? NO, my husband IS a heating and air conditioning man! I don't get it. Of course my sewing room, supplies, everything I love resides upstairs. My bag of Hershey's Kisses actually melted sitting up there. Boo-hoo, I feel so sorry for myself.

Today better be the day......

I can't beleive it has been so long since my last post.

1 comment:

Crazy for Primitive Quilts and Gardens said...

OMG that was HILARIOUS!! That is funny. You know the old addage... the carpenter's house never gets built! Must be the same for the heating/cooling guy :o)