Our A.C. has been broken all weekend. Di and I thought we were unable to work the blasted box and had to deal with the temperature being at 89. (Yes, 89 degrees…..)
(Also, Di and I are now referring to ourselves as Princess Diana and Hillary Clinton on our nights out….)
But, then again it is summertime, and I am itching to go to the beach (or to a pool…ours open in a week!). And listening to Best Coast and Bethany singing about summertime and boys isn’t helping any.
I just need to make it to next Sunday then I am free to bask on my roof in DC and imagine I am somewhere exotic. Means I get to pull out the big sunhat, right? Wonder if I can try to sneak some sand up and really pretend to be at the beach….
Oh well. Maybe I’ll opt to have a picnic down by the waterfront and attempt to make friends with some guys that own a boat. Or maybe I’ll take a spontaneous train ride to Annapolis….
PS: Hope you are enjoying YOUR OWN A.C.