Father's Day Survival

We spent our Father’s Day weekend reenacting the television show “Survivor”.

Only we weren’t on an exotic island, we were stuck in our house.

And even though we were each voted out of the tribe on several different occasions, none of us actually left.

You see, our A/C blew up on Saturday morning, just in time for 100 degree weather. Since we move in 10 days, there really aren’t funds, need, desire to drop several thousand dollars to get it fixed.

So Saturday, we spent the day trying to not kill each other laying in front of fans. Sunday, I knew at least one of us would spontaneously combust if we didn’t do something. We broke down and bought a small window unit.

Last night, the four of us, a couple of dogs and a tiny A/C held up in one bedroom in our 3000 square foot abode.

Thank GOD – A. and the kids are gone this week, which leaves me to pack up our hot box and get things ready for the move next week.

At the whole thing is just becoming funny. It’s like I’m living in the movie “The Money Pit”.

In fact, I woke up this morning and had this reaction when I discovered that our pool had drained itself during the night.