My mother shares this expression. In fact, here's a page from the book of our latest exploits...
So us Washingtonians are sweltering right now in a blast of July heat. My parents don't have their A/C installed yet so my Mom asks Ed to do it. (*I should also state for the record that my mom has zero upper body strength and has horrendously weak wrists and carpel tunnel.) He manages to get it half way in and then realizes--he doesn't have any plexiglass to install above the unit to keep the bugs out/serve as a fake window.
Which means my mother's living room was filled with bugs this morning. Ick.
My mom of course, hates both bugs and the heat. So she's just itching to get the A/C installed properly, plexiglass or not. We were talking about this earlier today over the phone when my mother said, "Well I know we have some visqueen around here somewhere."
"That'll work!" I said excitedly. "Yes, but he won't let me put it up. He won't even tell me where it's at, and the last time I used the sticky tape stuff, I apparently messed it up," my mom pouted. This was in addition to my mom self-fixing her busted tail light with Super Glue. Apparently my step-dad wasn't pleased with the results and said she should've waited to use some sort of contact cement or something. Whatever that is.
So in order to bring her and her house some relief from the heat, we put our heads together and came up with several ideas including but not limited to:
- Finding the visqueen and using a staple gun to secure it
- Finding the visqueen and using duct tape/packing tape/contact cement to secure it
- Staple-gunning Ed's pillowcases across the window opening
- Using contact cement on Ed's toilet paper out of spite for not telling mom where the visqueen was/letting her do it herself
- Using the bright blue tarp that my mom knew the exact location of and securing it to the window with her bright purple duct tape.
And as soon as my mother sends me a photo, I'll be sure to share it.