That was a hot weekend

My parents typically leave the guest house key in the garage for me, since I occasionally come home on the weekends to do laundry. The laundromat at my university is always crowded on the weekends, as well as it costs me a fortune to wash my clothes. For less than that, I could drive home and have my laundry done and a meal waiting for me. I also knew my parents were going to be away from the house for this weekend. That meant I wasn’t getting a home cooked meal. I was planning on doing laundry as well as ordering a pizza for lunch, and when I arrived Friday evening, I was surprised the key was not under the mat. I looked under the door as well, but I simply could not find the key. I decided to call my mom, but I just got her voicemail. I texted my dad next, and that’s when I found out that the air conditioner was broken. He already called an air conditioner technician, however they were tied up and couldn’t come until Monday. My mom said the key to the guest house was in the main house, however the air conditioner was unquestionably not going to keep me cool. I was hoping to stay in the guest house, because it is one story. I fell playing hoops this week, causing me to twist my ankle. I was not eager to climb a bunch of stairs to get to the living room, however, the air conditioner was going to keep me in the main house all afternoon. My boyfriend decided to come on a separate weekend, since we wanted to make sure we could chill in the guest house.

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