Yeah, I'm being obnoxious. I've known since the end of last summer that the air conditioner had to be replaced. The evaporator coils had frozen up solid, and we spent the last portion of the season letting the ice melt into a tub and emptying it daily. Mike stayed home Thursday to get an estimate. He called me at work to get "approval" (hey, we could replace just the coils, but that means the rest of it would pack it in on the hottest day of the year), asking what I thought about the quote. I told him that I thought I would try for the glamor shots, instead of hiring a pro.
I couldn't quite get the "radioactive melted Crayolas" effect I was going for.
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