Back in December our downstairs heating/AC unit went on the fritz. We tried to get our YouTube Air Conditioning Repairman degree but failed the final. So sad. So many dreams dashed. It wasn't a big deal at the time because winter's here are awesome and we really never turn on the heat or air then anyway. We decided to save our pennies to get it professionally fixed and decided a ceiling fan would be a happy medium for the time being.
Jake hung that fan in our 19 foot tall ceilings right up like a boss. I thought we should hire someone but obviously I stand corrected until the end of time.
You can imagine how the 18 foot ladder was received by the dare devil gurus.
So! Almost 6 months later, we've finally pulled the trigger, bit the bullet, whatever the whatever and got our air conditioners fixed. Yay - funnest purchase ever.
(And yes I pluralized the AC units that needed work. About three weeks ago our upstair's compressor received the kiss of death along with it's capacitor. We fixed those immediately because having your house at 87 degrees before 9:04AM does not bode well for ones sweat glands. Among other things.)
We decided to just do any and all maintenance that both units needed after that sweaty scare. The fix it guy was going to come over "for 30 minutes" to walk me through different options and give me quotes (and I was fully prepared with my "we just want basic - not a bell or whistle in sight - please and thank you!" speech to be delivered with a smile) but after 4 minutes of sitting at the table with the boys as they ate lunch and Rhett peppered him with questions like, "Are you a mans or a teenager?" (I don't know if he was a day over 19 so...jury's out there) he popped up from his chair and told me he'd just email the quotes instead.
Come on, Brian, you can't hang with the crazies?
No, he was really nice and polite and I appreciated that he didn't give me the deets on different units because no comprendo that kind of prattle. He sent quotes that are a bit cheaper than we'd anticipated - never happens so...bright sides abounding.
The small cloud of bad news was the caveat that they threw in that it might be better to just replace the downstairs unit completely which although was cheaper than we thought, was way more lettuce than the basic maintenance package.
After much hemming and hawing over whether the best option was to fix all the issues or just shell out for a new unit, we met somewhere in the middle of affordable short term fixes and have-to-eat-Ramen-forever-and-ever-amen.
The repairs at least get us through the summer and only one Costco pack of deodorant.
^^^ The "mans".
Rhett was livid that I wouldn't let him talk to "his guys" outside and Rad threw a tantrum so great that at one point he was open and closing the oven door with the force of a resurrected Goliath. I tried to ignore him but I couldn't hold my laughter in any longer when Rhett got involved and up in his screaming grill as he told him that "Daddy wasn't home to save him" and that "maybe he wanted to go to timeout for a bittle bit?"
We always put our best foot forward when company comes over.
PS. Bring your own deodorant if it's above 110...