The Joys of Homeownership

Today in Saint Louis it was a balmy 91 degrees with the humidity lingering somewhere around 60%.  The rest of the week isn't promising much relief.  So when we discovered last Wednesday that our thermostat, modestly set at 74, was reading 77, and neither of our dual-zoned AC units had shut off over a three day period we did what any self respecting homeowner would do.  We ignored the problem, thereby putting off forking over an inevitably large sum of money and sweated through a fit-full few nights of sleep.  By Sunday we were soaked, cranky, and willing to shell out the big bucks.  Enter air-conditioner-repairman-dude (dun duh duh DAH)!  He was prompt, and for that I am very thankful.  But he was not, shall we say, tidy.  In fact he was more like a tornado sweeping through the Kansas plain that is my backyard, leaving in his wake:

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Now don't get me wrong, I love a sight gag as much as the next guy (with questionable taste in humor).  But regardless of your belief system, don't ya think leaving the Virgin Mother of Christ to sunbathe in this heat is just asking for a few years in purgatory?  You're on notice air-conditioner-repairman-dude, you're on notice!