Done.
I declare myself done with being overheated, miserable, and bitchy due to my pregnant status plus above 80 temps. I understand that air conditioning turns me into a gigantic wuss because I stop coping with warmth. I don't care. I understand that it's bad for my allergies. I don't care.
Hear me?
I DON'T CARE.
Robb and I are off to attempt to find an air conditioner that will fit in our tiny windows.
Wish us luck, please.
I will write later, from a (I hope) much cooler home.
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Go for it. Here's hoping they're all on end-of-summer sales.
You're entitled, Kristine! I've had just about enough already too, and I am not even pregnant or anything. But the humidity just wipes you out, doesn't it?
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