It's a gray, cloudy Sunday morning in Frog Pond Holler. I'm not sure what the temperature is outside, but I can tell you it's colder than a witches tit in a brass brassiere here in the trailer. I'm sitting here wrapped up in a throw, trying to get some blood flowing back in to my little blue toes. In June.
It was over 90° yesterday, so the bedrooms (on opposite ends of the house) got a little warmer than usual. The new little air conditioner does a damn fine job, but when it gets that hot, it needs a little help. Heightened temps led to Ma threatening to have to the central air unit fixed again, she implied that I was refusing to let her call "the man" because I wanted to make her suffer. I had to sit her down (again) and explain to her why it would be a waste of money that we don't have to begin with, which then led to an all day pout fest. I even suggested we go get a small, single room unit for her bedroom, forcing her to display the squinty eyed, thin lipped face of disgust.
Give me strength.
So late yesterday afternoon, I turned the thermostat down to 65° and cranked both the ac and the fan I have blowing in to Ma's room up on high, resulting in this early morning arctic freeze.
I may have to change my profile pic from a panda to a polar bear.
Moving on..
There's a new guy delivering the newspaper on weekends. Last Sunday, the main paper girl, ya'll remember... the convicted murderer, brought it to the Amazon at work. She said the new weekend guy had forgotten to bring us one.
I reckon he forgot again today. Ya'll know how I get over my Sunday paper. I don't want to have to cause a law enforcement situation over missing out on my coupons.
Anywho, ya'll enjoy your Sunday. I'm going to take advantage of the few hours I have left while the Amazon is at work and Ma is still snoozing. I think I'll curl up on the couch with a cup of coffee and day dream about strong arms to keep me warm, sweet nothings whispered in foreign accents and the faint scent of aftershave.
*hangs "Do Not Disturb" sign on the front door*
Later Taters!
5 comments:
I will not come a knockin' if the trailer is rockin'
I don't even bother with fantasy these days - even the men in my mind annoy me!
have a wonderful Sunday girl, sounds good so far
'colder than a witches tit..' I love that saying, my dad has been known to throw that one out there.
I just turned the air off (wall unit) because I was getting cold toes. One thing about central air - it's more consistent. I turn the air on, off, and on again several times a day because that's the only way to regulate the temps. It's kind of like not have a remote for the TV.
Okay, that's a bit extreme .. !
nice blog. Hope you enjoy your Sunday!
Fantasy men are more reliable then real ones.
DG
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