No AC Can Turn A Relatively Nice Girl Into A Witch

Day six of no air conditioning. I sit in my hot house waiting for a city inspector. An electrician knocks at the door and when he enters my house, he looks around and says, “Wow, this is funky.” I thank him for admiring my Out-Of-Africa-meets-Running-With-Scissors decorating style and somewhat politely ask him to get to work. He’s now crawling around under my house. Wires are broken. “Won’t be fixed today,” he just yelled. Friends, stay clear. Mommy’s crabby.