Something about our central air is totally effed. It's like our system is blowing air out our vents through a straw. I've been all over the internet studying up on furnaces and whatnot in hopes that I don't have to put my pregnant wife through any more 79-degree days inside the house.
Unless I have a break-through tomorrow while she's at work, I'll be calling in a dude and paying him whatever it takes. Meanwhile, feel free to call or comment with your well-meaning but probably unintelligible (to me) suggestions. "Crank the Johnson lever to 12 or until the torque equals the compression." Thank you very much in advance.
I did change the filter today, which made me feel like a dad. All I need is a daughter so that I can demand that she help even though I don't really need it. "Danielle, come down here and hold the screwdriver for Daddy. Bring Daddy's special pop." That'll make all these infuriating repairs fun.
...and the next logical step is to create a blog about it.
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- Dan
- Minnesota, United States
1 comment:
Ours did this when I was eight months pregnant last summer. I feel for Julie. THIS summer we figured it out, we needed a new thermostat. Sounds silly and yes, it took that long. Don't do that to your wife. Call for help.
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