Too Hot to Handle

Today is our anniversary.

I had every intention of writing this beautiful, poetic, and sentimental tribute to the man with whom I have shared the past 15 years.  I had snippets of the post already formed in my head and was just waiting for the day to come when I could put pen to paper – in a manner of speaking – and share with the world the beautiful journey these years have been.  It would be unforgettable.  Sweet, yet not sappy.  Tender, yet not too intimate.  Sorrow and joy, yin and yang interwoven throughout the majestic tapestry of our life together.

And then, our a/c broke.

It’s 94 degrees upstairs and getting hotter by the minute.  Going to the kids’ rooms is like walking into wall of hot air.  Fans only serve to circulate the hot air, much like a convection oven.  And since we don’t particularly like our children extra-crispy or well-done, the family is moving downstairs until tomorrow.

So much for a private, intimate, romantic evening.

And anyways, the heat makes me grouchy.  So happy anniversary, or whatever.