Hot Hot Heat

It's HOT.  Actually, It's only 80 degrees outside.  However, when you live in a house with lots of windows that get very direct sunlight and no air conditioning, your living space tends to turn into an inferno.  We didn't actually know until yesterday that we didn't have air conditioning.  Somehow, when we were considering moving in (in September), we were so overjoyed by the sight of a dishwasher and a washer/dryer that we failed to ask that crucial question.  Turns out we don't actually have enough dishes for a dishwasher to make sense--by the time it's full enough to run a load, we've been taking dishes out of it all day and washing them by hand to use since all 6 plates and 8 forks we own are in there.  And. . .the dryer has the unfortunate quality of having a broken timer and will dry our clothes indefinitely if we forget to turn it off.  Sometimes we end up with very dry clothes. And a subsequently high electric bill (not complaining--i love our place and all of the broken things inside of it)  But anyways--no air conditioning!  And seriously, our front room and baby's room may as well be greenhouses (if any of you are familiar with my plant Vinny III, he's thriving hardcore).  So after spending all day wondering why moving the little button on our thermostat over to "cool" and cranking that little number down to 67 degrees had had no affect whatsoever on the temperature of our little home, Tanner sent a maintenance request to our landlord complaining about the broken air conditioning.  His reply, in all its devastating shortness--"you don't have air conditioning."  (apparently it's legal??) If you recall, my husband is a never-summer kind of guy--see here.  In his estimation, we may as well not have a roof.  Not to mention the fact that our windows don't have screens so unless we (and our baby) wanted to wake up covered in bug bites, leaving the windows open was not an option.
It was a rough night.  Laying in bed "thinking cold thoughts" (Tanners words, not mine) and eventually rubbing ice cubes up and down our arms wasn't working.  But then we remembered a glorious gift from Becky and Jim Rawson who, bless their hearts, gave us the fan we registered for for our wedding.  It saved us.  I even considered sending them another thank you card. 
So the happy ending to this story is that we are moving on Friday.  By some series of fortunate events, we sold our contract right before we discovered the lack of air conditioning. . . and the couple who bought it also forgot that crucial question.  They are in for one heck of a summer.  I hope for their sake that they have a Becky and Jim Rawson in their lives.