We don't have air conditioning. We do have a finished basement that is at least 10 degrees cooler than the main floor (which hovers around 90, even at 11pm as I type this) and a window unit in one bedroom upstairs, so I know it could be worse. The problem is that Abe is two years old. The boy needs to move. A basement and small bedroom get old really quick, and going outside is just not an option. So what do we do?
Spend three hours at our favorite Swedish chain, of course, especially if there are cute little blonds there to pretend bake brownies with after a delicious lunch of $3 meatballs and mashed potatoes:
We went there because of the air conditioning and cheap lunch but came away with a toddler bed. It was time. As soon as it cools off, we're setting it up in Abe's bedroom.
Hooray for massive-sized hot dogs! I can't figure out if the "*not actual size" is supposed to be funny or if someone would actually think you could get a 50cent hot dog that is 30 feet long.
A neighbor also recommended an old favorite of ours as a good chilly spot, so we spent a long lunch yesterday having Vietnamese pho:
Our neighbors a few doors down who have delicious air conditioning have invited us over for the last few afternoons in the heat of the day, which has been really nice. Their dog enjoys the chill in the house so much she put on her bunny costume:
Abe put on a very punk-version of Twinkle, twinkle, little star with the aid of a pink microphone:
Word on the street is that the wave is breaking tonight, that it's only supposed to be around 100 tomorrow. That, I think I can take. Every degree counts right?
By the by, have you seen who's home?