Dear LandLord:

We really appreciate your efforts in helping us out this morning. After 2 hours of hard work, feeding the children, bathing the children, vacuuming the floors, doing 3 loads of laundry and washing the floors, we should have called you sooner. The temperature in the house was slowly rising as the sweat starting dripping out our pores. I thought it was because I was running around the house, not only doing what I mentioned above, but also jumping over the toys that my children laid out in front of my path. I think I tripped over that darn Diego car ""Come on! ­Al Rescate, Amigos!" about 50 times. One time I attempted to hide it and Matthew had a fit. However, it wasn't until 10:30 a.m. that I started to cry.

Now, let me set the stage. My mom was flying in from Milwaukee as was due to be in Jacksonville at 11:11 a.m. Thankfully she experienced a delay and didn't arrive until 12:15. Anyways, I am sweating, there is nothing coming out of the air vents, however, the hum of the air conditioner is buzzing in the yard. I am on the phone with the maintenance man and he is telling me to pour bleach & Draino down a T-Pipe next to the S connector, located above the hot wire that is located out in the garage. Then I need to take a Wet/Dry Vac and suck out all the pollen from our A/C Unit in the back of the house. WHAT??? I see pipes, I see wires, but heck if I'm going to just guess what he's talking about, and like HECK if I'm going to drag a wet/dry vac all the way to the back of the house....

So, I start to cry. I now have 40 minutes to get to the airport, which is 45 minutes away, and a hot house. So, as I am crying on the phone to this jerk of a maintenance man, the boys are just TICKED off at me, pounding on the garage door, screaming etc. So, smart me, open the door and they literally fell out of the house. Matthew falls out, with one shoe on, one shoe off. Sam falls out next, plows over Matthew with both shoes on, holding a broom as he is dancing singing a song. And me, sitting dripping with sweat, talking a conversation about S & T pipes and my gallon of bleach, as my kids wander around the garage aimlessly, Matthew heading for the road with his sand bucket. OH MY OH MY OH MY.

So, after I collected myself I calmly asked the jerk on the phone if he could "help" me (he lives 2 subdvisions over) as I have no idea what he is talking about, my landlord lives in South Beach (10 hours away) and I have to get to the airport with my 2 children who hate me and a husband at work who is helpless.....sitting in his air conditioning, not dripping with sweat or dealing with the jerk on the phone.

The jerk on the phone finally caves in and calls in a work order. I finally get to the airport, with 2 minutes to spare, due to her delay, and we meet my mom. So excited to see her, but yet so worried what I am going to be bringing her home to. We turn down our street, and I see TWO HUGE trucks parked outside my house. I walk up the driveway to assess the situation. Marc, the jerk on the phone, who indeed was mighty good lookin', told me it wasn't good. Basically here was the problem:

That husband....the one who was sitting at his desk in his air conditioned office...well him. The one who FORGOT to pay the water bill and we were w/o water...do you remember him...well my dearest love purchased the incorrect filter (after 2 trips to Depot), inserted it backwards causing the furnace to freeze which resulted in major damage to the vent system DID THIS TO US!!!!**(see below for Brad's side) The Air man was here for 2.5 hours trying to "thaw out" the system and he said he never saw anything like this before. It was a HUGE ice cube. Not only was our air not being filtered, it was leaving black dust clouds all over our ceilings and air vents. GROSS!

I thought about packing a bag and leaving it on the patio, but I didn't want to give my mom the wrong impression. I thought about driving out to his office and deflating all the air out of his tires, but then I'd have to pick him up. I thought about putting him on the next plane to Canada, but then I remembered I didn't have that sort of cash. Instead, tonight, I'll make him sleep in his car, with the window open.

So dearest Landlord, when you receive the bill for my day in the mail, please understand I tried my best.

Sincerely,
Your Tentant on Acorn Chase Drive

Brad's side: I replaced the filter since the one being used was very old and very dirty. I was able to get the size to replace it. I simply got the same one used and placed it in the same way. I had never thought anything was wrong until I got the call saying the A/C was not working.