My power bill arrived -- $298 dollars.
(I'm not even mentioning what we pad for gas last month -- but gasoline is $2.89 a gallon here these days.)
mr. delagar blames me. "It's because you want it so cold in here all the time!"
I point out global warming is hardly *my* fault, and he was the one whining it was too hot to sleep all month.
Meanwhile I have turned into my father: every time the kid or mr. delagar opens a door I holler at them to shut it. "Do you think we can afford to air condition the backyard, well, we can't!"
It was a hundred and four here again yesterday. Hundred degree today. Hundred and one tomorrow. Man, have I had my bait of this.