Now the AC in my car is out, and it's going to cost twice as much as the truck. It'll be 110 on Tuesday. Which is not particularly survivable.
So I guess we are getting the truck fixed.
But the universe is now on notice:
CUT. IT. OUT.
Thank you. You may return to your activities.
(in other headlines: Had one nice day with the horses. Smokey was fab. Lily has kicked off a shoe. Mireya is nine as of Friday. The tarantula gave me a heart attack. Sierra is singing up a storm. Trainer wants me to do an endurance race in October. I'm thinking she's crazy.)