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80 degrees in the house

Seriously it's almost 4:30 in the afternoon and it's right at 80 degrees inside. It's not even the first of March which means this summer is going to be rather unpleasant for us unless I find an air conditioning solution quickly. Another $400 light bill is one more than I can pay. We're $341 over budget which will get added to the actual bill that we have to pay during the month of October. At the rate we're going that'll be $1,000 easy.

I was reading Annie's post for the day and the dream home she mentioned looks nice. It's rather easy to maintain as well. I wouldn't be experiencing these air conditioning problems if I lived in it; a little time on a rack and a lot less money and it'd be taken care of. It finally got too hot in here for me so I turned the fan on for the central unit in addition to the fans that I have on in the windows and on the floor. The problem? I wouldn't be able to drive my own home.

In the meantime my tax refund (my portion of the refund) should be here by the end of March. By that time it'll be time to pay six months of auto insurance to make paying the monthly bills easier. There are two oil changes and tune ups. I need to put some money up for new tires on both vehicles. Hopefully that'll leave a little money to save for emergencies. Well, after I find a suitable air conditioning solution such as portable AC that can be moved if I ever manage to move and costs less to replace than the current unit costs to fix.

Well, I'm done complaining for the day so I'll be going.

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