Ode to the AC, and my Hubby

Today I finally went and did the massive amount of grocery shopping I had been putting off. Partly because I knew it was going to be outrageously expensive *since we were out of everything from "bwuice" to trash bags*, and party because of this:
As you can see Merrick is not a fan of shopping. (He can smell a grocery store coming like a bloodhound, and sounds something like one while we are shopping.) I let him sit in the cart instead of the child seat for awhile, and that helped...until he almost climbed out. We got back home, Merrick went down for a nap, and I proceeded to unload all the groceries, work on some laundry, and clean the kitchen.

This was about the point that I realized I was sweating profusely and there really seemed to be no relief in the house. (I KNOW I'm 34 weeks pregnant and being sweltering is normal, but I am usually freezing) I checked the AC, and although I had slowly been turning it down *it was finally set on 65...which is unheard of around here because we are trying to save on the normally outrageous electric bill* it was still almost 80 degrees in the house. Uh oh.

Anyway...I let Billy know, who already has a sneaky suspicion that it's not working quite right. Hopefully it will be fixed easily and I will be able to stop sweating sometime soon. :) All of this jabbering is to say that aside from realizing how wonderful AC is, I also realize what my husband has been putting up with the last 4 years. *Partly in thanks to this post from my friend Rob.* Since I'm always freezing, the poor man has been sweating himself into a puddle since even before we were married, and 99% of the time he doesn't say a word about it. He is always turning the AC up, or off entirely, just to keep his cold-blooded wife happy. So, just wanted to say thanks, love! Hope we have many more years of keeping each other from sweating too much. ;)