Mob Security

When it rains, it pours is the storm of the century.

Let me detail to you all the things that have gone wrong in the past 36 hours.

First, I must preface this with the fact that Mike is sick and has been for a whole week with like 14 different ailments. First it was food poisoning, then it was a sore throat, then we thought it was the flu but then it wasn't, and then his stomach hurt again, and then he lost his voice.
So recently, he's sounded like a squeaky man boy thing and coughs a lot.

Our air conditioning broke Thursday night. We turned down the air like we normally do at night, and it never came on. The outside unit was still churning with purpose, but the fan was not having it.

So we opened the windows, put a box fan up, and tried to not think about sleeping in sweat.
About half way through the night, it got to be a decent temperature.

Friday morning, Mike finds this cool HVAC fixing company. I call and make an appointment for them to come out at 5:30.

Around 4 it starts to rain.

At 5 twenty something they call and say it's too dangerous to work on the unit because of the rain and that they're going to reschedule until Monday because it's supposed to rain all weekend.

I'm pretty disappointed, and yet I think to myself this is an opportunity to be like a native American and save some electricity by having the air off all weekend. Plus, I love the sound of rain outside.
Blind optimism.

The evening was pretty uneventful with our windows open, save for the horrible smells coming through them. At one point, it smelled like someone took a dump in some gasoline and poured it all through our house, but that passed. Then someone burned something, so the wood smoke scent carried through our house.

We went to bed, but Mike was coughing a lot, so after 30 minutes, I went to sleep somewhere else. Then at about 3:30 am, the fire alarm went off.

In my experience, fire alarms are 100% inaccurate because every time I've heard a fire alarm, there has been no fire. This was also the case last night.

Mike fiddles with some circuit breakers and I try to read on the internet how to shut that thing up because it's so obviously wrong. I suppose it had only started yelping because it detected the smoke that wasn't our smoke that came through the windows because we had them open because the air conditioning people couldn't come because it was raining.

If you give a moose a muffin...

So that's currently what I'm dealing with now. And everyone asking the following question or variations of it:
When are you getting married!?!?!??!??
ISN'T HELPING.

So... stop it.
Please.
Please stop. Forever.
Thank you.

And now I'm going to drive a cool car do a cool beach and learn how to surf.

A dotted line you'll sign for me,
TWS

Beat Up Car; TBS