Update on the Shack

First of all, our air conditioner is not working. As in, the thermostat says it's supposed to be headed for 68, but the thermometer says it's 75. Something is running, but no air is coming out. Poor Carly is steaming in her bed right now, because it's about eight thousand degrees upstairs.

I'm hoping the maintenance guys can work some magic tomorrow because it's threatening to break 90 on Wednesday and the combination of hot, humid and hugely pregnant is not really appealing.

Also, I think I mentioned the weird and gross stuff that seems to have dripped down from our (currently nonworking) vents and congealed there? Well, I've tried about everything under the sun to get it off, but it's not budging. I'm pretty sure that straight ammonia would knock it out, but I'm also pretty sure that ammonia fumes aren't awesome for babies or toddlers, so I'm not going to try it. So if anyone has any ideas about that one, be sure to let me know.

And finally, we had a frog in our house this morning.
Dear Wildlife,
This is a people house, not a terrarrium. There are plenty of smaller insects, leaves and water outside of our walls for you to eat and drink. Trust me, there is nothing fun for you in here, so please leave.
Thanks,
The Fischers

This is the response I got back:

Dear Crazy Screaming Broom-Wielding Lady,
We were here first. YOU get out.
Sincerely,
The Wildlife