Dear Lord, hasn’t the summer been so hot already? Even in Saint John - where it’s traditionally many degrees cooler than the rest of the province due to the Bay of Fundy - it’s been just oppressive the last week or so. The heat makes it really hard for me to sleep at night. I much prefer the winter to the summer. Think of it this way: if it’s cold, what do you do? Put on a sweater and warm up. If it’s warm, what do you do? Die slooooowly…
This is all made worse by the fact that I like to sleep in the cold. Not the cool, the cold. I keep the window open in the middle of winter (And trust me, I never hear the end of it from Addison, LAWL). Our roommate would tell us how he’d jump over the floor in front of our door in the morning because it was just so friggin’ cold. I believe it!
So we came to the only logical conclusion (short of dumping buckets of ice into the bed): an air conditioner. Score! Our bedroom is relatively small (especially when you factor in a giant[/broken] dresser, a computer desk, a double bed, a bedside table and a bookshelf…I’d say we have less than 1m2 surface area on the floor. And that’s not counting the laundry trenches, lawl), so a nice, tiny AC would totally do the trick.
We went yesterday afternoon and picked up a decent one that wasn’t too expensive. We get it home and get it out of the box, ready to install it in the window, and I start to read the instructions:
Caution! For installation in horizontal-slide windows only.
You guessed it: we have vertical-slide windows.
So that made me kinda upset. “We should just return it,” I said sadly, “instead of wasting your money.” I really haven’t been able to sleep at night, so it was killing me to say this.
“NO!” Addison said resolutely. “You need to sleep! I will install this!”
. . .
An hour later he’s got the thing up and running in the window. It works pretty well, too. But…well…see, he couldn’t install the metal brackets because the windowsill is made of metal, and he couldn’t put the little window-covery-dooer in because it’s designed to go to the side of the AC, and we need it to go to the top (’cause it’s a vertical-slide). So basically this thing is “balanced” in the window (”Don’t worry, honey!” he says, looking at my horrified face, “It won’t fall! And if it does, it’ll fall into the room, not outside!”), propped up with strips of cardboard taped together, with the rest of the window blocked by a piece of the box his computer came in, taped to the frame.
…Cardboard and packing tape…
I have no pictures yet, but until then, here’s a little something to tickle your funnybone. This was from two weekends ago when my best friend came to visit, and I swear the caption is exactly what he said:

“I love you, rock!”

Oh my gosh that could only be funnier if he used silver duct tape!!!! As a Michigander, I love that we get CBC — the Red Green show is a hoot!!!
Honestly, the only reason he DIDN’T use silver duct tape was because we had none. I was using the computer in the bedroom while he was fiddling with the AC in the living room, and all I hear is a call of, “Honey, do we have any duct tape???”
I SWEAR, Ron taught him how to do stuff around the house. But in our defense, we’ve never done the a/c before. Maybe he should have read the book he bought us.
This house is nice and cool. the basement is FRIGID. We got the furnace running enough to run the fan and circulate the freezing air in the basement to the rest of the house. It gets hot upstairs, but there’s tons of rooms to crash in.
Awww. The rock loves Addison too.
NEED UPDATEZZZ!!!
As Addison would say.