too hot for a title...

ugh. Our A/C is still out, or something. It's moved into advanced stages of weird. The dogs are hiding in the dirt under the house, where I would be if not for my irrational policies about spiders. The air went out yesterday and dropped drama all over the house. Scout followed me around and alternated between licking my knees and stepping on my foot. Sam flamboyantly draped himself over the vent. Both of them watched me all day, like "Um.... shouldn't you make it cold?....um... how bout now?" Gracie, meanwhile, planted herself firmly in front of the tv and stretched as long as she possibly could and alternated between snoring and panting in my general direction all day. The birds were fine, if crabbier than usual. I brought in fans. Their placing was unfortunate-- which I realized after freaking out crabby Mitty with an offer of an orange (ORANGE, DANG MY SOUL!) pop. Two crosscurrents. Feathers EVERYWHERE.