Thursday, August 04, 2005

AC

Our AC is on the fritz.

My Dad loves to put off calling the repairman. I bet he's turned that thing off and on ten times in the last 30 mins. Then stands there debating about what could be wrong with it. There's a switch on the roof that flips off. Every repairman has to climb up on the roof.

It's not stifling in here but by morning it will be. He says "We'll call them in the morning, if it doesn't fix itself."

Hello... tomorrow will be Friday and... he won't call before 11 am. I know him.

My Dad's favorite word is "Tomorrow."

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