... OK, that's hyperbole. The night Jennilyn was in labor with Sam might have been the worse. Or the night I lost my job (or our landlords told us they wanted us to leave our house).
Maybe the night Max almost blew his hand off.
A lot of the "worse" nights seem to revolve around the hospital.
This was definitely the worse night that involved us all being home.
The electric motor seized on the outside portion of our Air Conditioner. You aren't really that interested in the specifics of how that affects everything, right? What it means is, that on the hottest day of the year, our house had no AC. It was closer to 100 degrees earlier in the afternoon, but I only thought to take a picture when it was at 93.
INside the house.
The low temperature the night after it broke was 83 degrees (Tuesday night). It should be fixed by Friday evening. We are grateful to have space in my parents' house to stay while our home is just too hot to live in.
