... because it's 82 degrees upstairs and when we flipped on our fancy-dancy eight-month-old air conditioner a few hours ago the fancy-dancy digital display said SYSTEM MALFUNCTION and then nothing happened, as in, cold air did not come out of the vents. So I guess all that money we paid was for, like, a brutalist metal sculpture that sits in our backyard. (It's very high-concept. You wouldn't get it. In fact, I don't get it either.)
Oh, and we're hosting six family members starting tomorrow. Great; adult life is awesome.
All the Euros are laughing at me. Shut up, Euros, HERRS LIKE IT MID-TO-LOW 70s.
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