Air conditioning fiasco

Soooo, here we are in good old AZ, in 112 degree weather and wake up to a broken air conditioner.  Well hmmmm this could be bad.  So we headed off to Home Depot to buy a new filter because, apparently, that is the number one cause of an air conditioner to freeze up.  And by freeze up, I mean there is actually ice on the pipe and condenser.  I still really don't get this because its 112 degrees outside. pretty much all the time, how is ice forming! But whatever, so we go and get new filters, put them in and whaaalaa.  Nothin'. Nada.  So we let the ice melt completely again and turn it back on.  Still no go Romeo.  So I call our rental manager, and no answer, left a message and called the office.  "We can't do anything," they say, "you must go through you rental manager." Well I won't get into the details but I spent the next 3 hours on the phone-literally-I do not exaggerate this.  I was so upset I was in tears.  And for those of you who know me, this is a monumental occasion.  Pretty much everyone who I talked to had no idea what was going on or who was going to fix it.  And that's when I actually talked to someone.  Most of the time I just called and left messages for unknown people who were supposed to be "taking care of the problem."  So about 6:00, on a friday night, I am starting to freak out.  It was 96 degrees inside my house and its the weekend.  I then get a call from my property manager(finally-4 hours later) saying someone is on the way to fix it, and next time to text him if I had a problem because the office people are retarded(ya think!). So 8:00 the AC guy shows up and goes up into the attic for about 30 minutes and comes down with the blower.  We need a new one and as luck would have it, he doesn't have that model so we will have to wait till morning.  96 degrees people-let me stress the ridiculousness of how hot that is INSIDE.  So we spent the night, me sleeping on the couch in my underwear, with ice packs and two fans and Andrew upstairs after he hosed himself and the dog off-literally.  I did not take any pictures of this because I was ridiculous. I could not function and all I did was eat otter pops.  The only reason I moved was to refill my ice bags.  Our air conditioner was fixed about 1200 the next day but I was miserable throughout this fiasco.  I am someone who hates to be cold.  So much that I own an obscene amount of coats/jackets/fleeces.  I love to be warm.  So why, you ask, was I so miserable?  Here is what I have discovered.  I don't do well with extremes in temperature.  Either way-too cold, or too hot. But in the end, life can resume because our AC is now working and I am at a perfect temperature. 

Andrew rigged up a perfect system to try and get a tan the next day, Henry thought he would join  him.  Notice the mist keeping them cool.  Henry only lasted about 5 minutes before he was done playing that game. 

I made these chicken puffs last night and they were great except I messed up a little.  When I was making the dough, the recipe said to cut into 24 pieces, I somehow read 12 pieces.  So all my chicken puffs were Gigantic.  I don't think this picture does them justice.  They were the size of my hand with all my fingers stretched out.  They were huge-but totally delicious.  So delicious in fact that Andrew got sick(from the dairy-lactose intolerant) and he still had one for lunch the next day.  But I still have 9 more puffs for someone to eat.  So who's in?