We are not talking Hott. We are talking hot as in sweaty, muggy heat. I just checked weather.com and where we live it is 92 degrees but feels like 103. Very nice. DH managed to mow the church grass without getting heatstroke. He is sunburned on his face, neck, arms, and legs. This afternoon we had a brown-out, probably because of all the people in the borough turning on their A/C for the first time this year. While it was out the only thing that worked was the fan. When I turned it on high it ran more slowly than it normally would on low. I don't think it even moved the air. Poor little Boogie got so hot and miserable. When she's sweaty her hair gets all curly. We were about to pack up and head to air-conditioned Taco Bell when the power came back on. Instead of that or cooking I went to Wawa to get hoagies (I have been informed that what I eat is not a hoagie because I put mayo on it. I'm from the west coast, what can I say? That much meat, cheese, and bread needs some mayo.) The Boogie had chicken strips. Ah, the convenience of Wawa. I don't really know how people survive without them.
I'm still unpacking. My goal is to get everything unpacked this weekend that I have a place for. Some things will have to wait until we get the Boogie's new dresser and toy bins over here (they are being stored at IL's house.) Meanwhile our A/C is running almost non-stop just to keep us at 80 degrees. I'm SO thankful that we moved last weekend instead of this one, and that we have central air!
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