So. As I said, I have that doctor’s appointment at 1. It’s 7:30 now. Should I even bother trying to sleep? Because I know if I go to sleep I’ll be all tired and stuff and not want to wake up and go to the doctor’s. But if I don’t, maybe I’ll go mental.
WE SHALL SEE.
Meanwhile, let me share with you an exerpt from an MSN coversation (I almost typed “convo”. Then I realized I’m not a ‘convo’ type of gal) I just had with my mom.
Mom: I have to go take a shower before everyone else is up.
(mom has about 9 people staying at her house this week, in addition to my cousin?s daughter who is there for the whole summer because she wants to learn English)
Mom: I was dying of heat again all night and now I?m all sweaty.
Louise: Mom, I am going to get you a fan for your bedroom.
(everytime we talk my mom is having hot flashes or something and she?s all sweaty and I don?t like to see a 60 year old sweat, y?all. (I won?t say ?convo?, but I?ll say ?y?all?. That is exactly the way that I roll) It?s just not right.)
Mom: Oh, I have a fan in there but it doesn?t help.
Louise: Really? Do you turn it all the way up? Is it facing your bed? maybe if you put it in your window it would blow air from outside onto you?
Mom: No, it’s just that I don’t ever turn the fan on.
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WHAT THE HELL PEOPLE.
When she said that, it made my head explode and fire shot out of my neck stump. Because that is exactly the type of thing my mom does– sweats to death, when there is a PERFECTLY GOOD FAN five inches from her fingertips.
I dare not ask her WHY, even though THIS IS MAKING ME WANT TO EAT MY YOUNG, because her answer would no doubt be something sensible like not wanting to waste the electricity or being afraid the dangerous fan would burst into flames overnight, engulfing her home and endangering nearby potato fields, thus ruining the Island?s economy. But to anyone else out there, I say:
(and you can quote me on this one)
IF YOU ARE HOT
AND YOU OWN A FAN
TURN ON THE FAN
AND LET IT BLOW ON YOU
IT?S OKAY.
I think you and Terry are conspiring to kill me today… how I laughed at this and then paid for it by breaking out in a coughing fit.
I HATE HEAT, so I don’t remotely get not bothering to turn on a fan. Me? It gets above 80 and I’m running out to buy an air conditioning unit for my window! (This is actually a true story; I thought I might die without it.)
“afraid the dangerous fan would burst into flames overnight, engulfing her home and endangering nearby potato fields, thus ruining the Island?s economy.”
JUST TOO FUNNY!