So I bring the fan to my bedroom the other night when the weather was still sweltering and decide that before I go to sleep, I’m going to blast all the hot air out of there first…we will now pause while everyone makes up their own joke about how I’m the biggest hot air in there…. ok, are we all back now? Anyhow, I open the window in the bathroom as wide as possible, set the fan atop the sink in front of the window and turn it on to hurricane setting. Two seconds later I realize I have my evening medication out on the counter. Needless to say, by the time I turn around, it has been blown to god knows where by the force of the fan.
Since I have dogs who probably shouldn’t eat those pills but are not quite bright enough not to – their theory being that if it’s on the floor and can be swallowed, it must be food – I spend a good part of the rest of the evening on my hands and knees trying to find the pills.
Have I mentioned how much I hate the heat?