Kickin' it crock pot style

If you touch my kids with a fork today, they just might fall apart.

All of us here at the MBI Estate had the pleasure of slow-roasting in our own juices last night because...

(wait for it)

...the air conditioning on the second floor decided to go haywire yesterday.

And just to put things in context, this is the third week of August. In the South. The muggy, muggy South. In oher words: IT'S HOT.

I tried to work my magic on the thing after dinner last night, but I couldn't make any progress. And that's not a total surprise when you realize that my a/c repair techniques consist of:

1. Sliding the thermostat to each end to see if the air starts blowing
2. Turning the a/c unit on and off at the thermostat
3. Checking the heat pump outside to make sure it's not clogged with debris, like sticks or leaves or a neighbrhood kid
4. Throwing my hands up and saying, "Forget it! What do I know about a/c? I'm just a (insert name of cushy office job here)!"

So today we'll call the repair guys to come out and get the thing running again. In the meantime, I can toddle off to the office and Wife can keep the kids down on the main foor, where he a/c is working fine.

And yes, I know that I've just cursed myself by saying that the a/c is running fine downstairs. I'm sure I'll be posting tomorrow morning about how the downstairs unit has died.