I’ve been thing about the expression, you are what you eat. If that’s really true than I am sweet potatoes.
If I am indeed - as I have long suspected - not human, but actually tangerine-colored tuber, then boy, things are gonna have to change around here.
Angelface, in an effort to save a couple bucks on electricity, has been turning off the air at night. This would be okay if we lived in - say - the frozen wastelands of Alaska where folks need a/c like J-lo needs more ass, but you know what? Angel and I, we live in F*-ing Hot Florida.
When you live in F*-ing Hot Florida, having the a/c on 24/7 is non-negotiable. It’s not a novelty; it’s a necessity, no different than other life-sustaining substances, RE: water, oxygen, American Idol, and organic raisins.
So yeah Angel, if your Sweetie is a potato, then you need to stop this turning-off-the-a/c-at-night shit immediately. If you don’t, things could end up real bad between us.
I can see the headline now:
“Man With Potato for Wife Refuses To Turn on A/C At Night, Wakes Up Next to Pile of Veggie Crisps In Morning.”
… Yes, it has been extremely hot in my apartment lately.
Last chance! Enter the Randy Jackson What’s Up Dawg Contest before it’s too effing late….Too effing late is Sunday, btw.