If it's not one thing...

...it's another.  The air conditioner's out.  It's not the end of the world, though, because:
- The Daddler likes it hot (he insisted it was working just fine)
- I have my own unit with its own thermostat upstairs - 'nuf said
- I have my very own kiddie pool in the back yard
- The outside temp is under 112 degrees
- The A/C guy will be here within the hour

So, I have plenty of cool oases to escape to. 

The D isn't bitching.  Yet.  Of course, he instructed me to just turn down the thermostat.  God.  Does he really think I'm such an idiot? 

And I'm certain I won't have to pay one red cent to the HVAC guy, since I spent mega-bucks on a brand new system less than a year ago.

I'll close now, and head outside to fill my pool.  I'll have to keep Sally out of it so it won't be polluted with mud and pee before I get in.   Later...