My husband and his neighbor are obsessed with baseball.
I often find it taxing to hang out with the both of them.
They are always talking about baseball. I have no idea how they could not run out of things to talk about. It seems like they talk about it all. I can’t contribute to any kind of conversation. I hang out and do my own thing… When my husband’s neighbor was over last yearto watch baseball, the air conditioner stopped laboring. They got absolutely warm. When I had told them that the air conditioner wasn’t laboring they left me to figure it out, and my husband went to his friend’s home to watch the game. I was stuck in the home to figure out how to take care of this. I called our local Heating and Air Conditioning business. It was the only thing I knew how to do. They said an Heating and Air Conditioning serviceman would come to my home in a couple hours. I waited around all day. I did some home work as I usually did. The Heating and Air Conditioning serviceman finally arrived and I was able to finally service this problem. He looked at the system and saw that the filters just needed to be cleaned. He had asked if my superb friend and I acquire respected tune ups. I told him I thought my superb friend and I did because my husband tells me that he sets up the appointments. He told me it looked like my superb friend and I had not had one in a long time. The filters were completely blocked and prevented the system from pushing through any air. I know that respected tune ups are pressing, however evidently my husband does not.