The AC saga continues and we have all but had it. After trekking miles and miles in the sun from the auto repair place to our home (one of us forgot the checkbook…ahem) we finally had a full functioning vehicle with nice cold air. I let it blast on super high as if filming a Mariah Carey video from the front seat. Everything was splendid. Life made sense again. Until this morning…
I fought long and hard to not wake up. Not even Matthew’s sweet good morning whispers or Paprika’s annoying, incessant meowing could disturb me. The snooze alarm didn’t even phase me. Then I realized there was no way in hell I was going to make it to my meeting on time if I did not get out of bed asap.
My hair looked perfectly tousled. The time invested on pinterest this last week looking up hair ideas totally helped. My clothes did not need to be ironed and my makeup looked great.
This Monday morning was turning out to be better than all the other Monday’s in a while. We jumped in the Jeep. Matthew was asking questions about the mix cd in the car. Apparently this was the first time he heard my "Blame it on Bob Dylan" mix cd. It was in rotation three weeks ago along with "Songs for our Anniversary." Whatevs.
Matthew turned the AC on some ridiculously low speed. I could feel my perfectly wavy loose curls cringe and frizz up. "OMG it is so freaking hot!" I turned it on full blast! And the AC went from tepid to warm. WTF. We kept messing with the controls thinking may be, just perhaps it was just us. It was not. The Jeep betrayed us. In the cruelest, meanest way possible. Tomorrow, the Jeep goes back for a follow up.
And I will begin my search for the perfect Prius.
Love Junkie. 