Not sure what's wrong, but it won't cool to the temperature we have it set on, and that's always a horrible, rotten, no-good, very bad thing.
So to distract myself from the dollar signs I see every time I blink, I'm gonna post a little chit-chat the Hubby had with Baby Girl earlier this evening. I only caught the tail end of it, but he'd been telling her that, as the youngest member of the family, it was her responsibility to fork over the cash money to pay for the repairs. Out of her piggy bank.
I think she took the news like a champ.
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