"HELP ME I'M MELTING"

Weren't those the last words of the Wicked Witch of the West?

In any case, the air conditioning repair crew is on the way. You know it's bad in your house when the dogs prefer to stay outside. Our home warranty will replace the unit if it can't be fixed, so Amy and I have been doing little chants and dances around the dead compressor hoping it's gone for good. It appears the voodoo may have worked since what we thought was condensation leaking from the unit is actually oil. We've struck oil! Yay!