I woke up the other night to the sound of whispering coming from our living room.
I peeked out the bedroom door, plus saw all the lights on in the house.
I couldn’t help but throw on our robe plus investigate. My hubby stood in the middle of the living room looking at a window unit, plus his brother was half sprawled on the sofa. I stood there listening plus watching as his brother questioned if our hubby certainly knew what he was doing. They had both been to a bachelor get-together that night, plus I was pretty sure neither of them knew what they were doing, but I let them go. I stood in the hallway listening to them, plus trying not to laugh. They were both HVAC professionals, but neither of them seemed to think what to do with the window a/c. I was more curious as to where the a/c came from. Every one of us had central in our house, plus so did his brother. I didn’t think if someone at the get-together had window plus they volunteered to repair it, or if they had found it somewhere on the way home. I knew that neither of them drove to the get-together, so I also wondered how they got it home. The more they talked about making the A/C component work, the more determined I was to go back to bed. I was pretty sure I was going to see them sleeping in the living room when I got up in the afternoon. There was plenty of time to question them on the A/C component when they woke up, if they remembered where it came from, that is.