It doesn't help the fact that while I have a very large, slightly intimidating-looking dog who is supposed to protect his house, stands behind the baby gate in the kitchen and cries and whimpers while the crew of brutes are here to install my new AC unit.
He's threatening I tell ya.
He's been crying standing there for the last 60 minutes.
So much for protecting the lady of the house.
By the end of today, I will stop sweating likea whore in church glistening and will be able to sit like a lady and sip on a very chilled cocktail with the AC unit cranked all the way up with temperatures nearing 74 degrees. Now that's what I call paradise. My bank account thanks me as the amount of money I am wallet whipping to solve this problem is causing me to eat ramen noodles and PB&J sammies whilst trading in vodka on the rocks for water on the rocks for the next 3 months.