Of course you did.

I’m back. I don’t wanna be…but I am.

The lake was fantastic. Pictures will follow soon–after I delete the forbidden pics. (No! not naughty pics) The naughty pics stay–it’s the pictures of me in a bathing suit that magically appeared in the digital camera. How did that happen? The family knows those pics are strictly foridden!

I returned today to a HOT house. HOT HOT HOT. Now, I had turned my air up so that it wouldn’t run all day, but the house shouldn’t have been so hot. I turned the air down to see what would happen. At 4:45 my son called me and said that it was 89 degrees in the house.

89 degrees and not a lake or a pontoon boat in sight. sigh.

So, I call my pal Bobby and Oxford Heating and Air. Bobby has rushed to my rescue before and I was hoping he could do the same for me tonight. I know, it’s expecting a lot to ask a man to rush to your rescue moments before quittin’ time…but I asked anyway.

At 5:05 pm, it was 91 degrees in my house. Bobby rang my doorbell and I wanted to hug him.

He found the problem, fixed it, and was out the door by 5:45.

It is now a lovely 72.

All hail Bobby.