I think I will make a snack next, and pretend it’s Happy Hour. My man is still sleeping in the chair. Heh. And you know what? If he bitches about the AC being on one more time he is going to have to stay outside. He’s just making it work harder with the heat of his bad attitude anyway…
P.S. No more white shoes ladies!
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Tell your man to stop expelling all that hot air, out of his pie-hole, about the AC. It’s only making the damn thing work harder.
Hell if he objects to it so much, I’d gladly trade places. He can sit in my hot, non-AC’d condo, and I revel in your cool luxuriousness.