Then the air conditioner went kaput.
Now, let me say this. It is not fun to be sick. It is even less fun to be sick in the summer. But it is SO TOTALLY NOT FUN AT ALL to be sick in the summer when it's 98 bajillion degrees outside and your air conditioner is not working.
Good God, how did people live in Nebraska before the invention of central air???????? I'm not sure how it was possible. Sometimes I think of the Native Americans and a single tear rolls down my cheek when I think of how hot it must have been for them. And also having to eat buffalo all the time, I bet that got old. And littering! Oh, the littering! Wait, that came later.
If you can't tell, I am delirious from all the heat. Or the sickness. Who can tell anymore.
Anyway, I was all set to take pictures of the trenches in the backyard today for all of you curious folk, but the air conditioner started working again so I stayed inside and soaked up the coolness instead. You know the saying, get it while it's hot. Or cold. Or whatever.
I'm not quite sure what the trenches are for. Scott and I have an agreement when it comes to home improvement matters - he tells me things on a "need to know" basis. Otherwise he just fixes stuff. This has worked well for us because he is a born carpenter, and I am a born lounger. When a born carpenter marries a born lounger, it can work out very well provided that the lounger sticks with the lounging and the carpenter sticks with the carpentering. But, this means that sometimes you wake up on a Saturday morning and find your backyard filled with trenches.
I think I have deduced that the trenches are some kind of irrigation system. Combined with a little decorative landscaping and maybe some World War I reenactment. I dunno. I'm just gonna close the blinds until he's done.
And if this post couldn't get any more random, here are some pics of the fam from the past couple weeks.
strangling hugging Owen.
Owen. The boys are getting so blonde this summer! I like it. It makes my hair color look much more natural.
Aidan and a Capri Sun. Check out the puppy dog eyes. Yeah, this kid gets pretty much anything he wants.
My Scotty. Isn't he cute?? Trenches or no trenches, I'll keep him.