In an attempt to save a few dollars, Fiddledaddy cranks the air conditioner up to 115 degrees whenever we leave the house for any length of time. Who knew water could boil in the toilet?
Then when we come back home, the air conditioner is once again set at a reasonable level. However, the hot flash prone wife of this energy conscious man has been known to stand in front of the open freezer until she no longer assumes that death from heat prostration is eminent.
Thusly negating any money saving attempts of the man of the house. We kind of balance each other out that way.
After installing batteries, you hang it around your neck and it blows air upward. A hands free personal fan. And if you think I wouldn’t stoop to wearing one around my neck in public, you would be sadly mistaken. I’ve been known to balance an ice pack on my head while retrieving the mail.
After living in Colorado for 2 years, and then arriving back in Florida to enjoy the heat of August, my friend is kicking herself for not purchasing more of these delightful iFans. As now she cannot locate them anywhere.
Because she is a sweet gentle soul, she confided to me today, “Well, I’m trying not to complain about the heat.”
Which is okay, because I assured her that I’LL COMPLAIN ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US.
Anyhoo, my heart is overflowing with happiness because she and her precious family are back home where they belong. We were blessed to be able to go out to lunch with them today after church. In a flash of lunacy brilliance, we positioned all 6 of our children (including THREE 5 year olds) together at the end of the table, while we 4 adults (and I use that term loosely) could have quality conversation at the other end of the table. AND IT WORKED. All the children kept each other entertained, and we weren’t asked to leave the restaurant. Plus I was able to nibble on fried okra and laugh until I hurt.
I needed that.
Good friends, a lot of laughter, and deep fried vegetation. A wonderfully healing combination.
How was your weekend?