It's Hottern a Stolen Tamale

Yesterday I tried so hard to live without air conditioning in the house and car. Around 5pm, after waking up from a nap in front of the TV (did the Astros win? We still don't know) Stephen, Tika and I looked at each other and realized we were three piles of melted moosh. Tika was sprawled out on slate in front of the fireplace, I was spread out on the couch and Stephen sat in his easy chair. We two humans slogged our way to the windows, shut them and then turned on the air. Tika cracked open her eyes in anticipation. Five minutes later we were like reconstituted orange juice.