Sweating to the emails.

I'm currently at our beach house, which is located in quite possibly the the only place we could ever afford a beach house- El Salvador. I've been down several times and pretty much know what to expect every time. Heat, humidity, beers in the pool.

Well, to my pregnant ass, it's unholy hot and humid and beers are still a figment of my beloved imagination for the next 5 months or so.

Things I would kill for after only 24hrs here:
-an industrial A/C for the bedrooms for the daytime.
-an on/off switch for the onshore breeze (off for when the guys surf, on for my sanity when they're not).
-a machine that COOLS the pool, because by midafternoon, it's a bath tub.
-ice.

But some cool highlights:
-floating in the pool and getting to lay on my stomach on a pool float.
-grilled cheese sandwiches.
-Getting a new A/C unit for the downstairs (you better work, you expensive piece of machinery...)
-eating mangoes from the tree while sitting at the built-in dining area in the pool.
-sleeping a combined 12hrs last night.
-Costco pizza for dinner.

But enough about my trip!!! Let's get to the REAL reason I would write from Central America!

While checking my junk mail this morning, I got an email from the Los Angeles Times with the subject reading: Why have we stopped sending you emails?

???

Um, you didn't. You just sent me one.

Honestly, whoever came up with that email campaign should be docked about $0.50 in pay because a little carefully applied logic and thought would've made the newspaper look a little less idiotic. But now, there's no way I'm renewing with them (even though I never subscribed in the first place?)- they don't use common sense. And as I've said in the past, so boldly and with shocking consequences, I don't do well with people that don't use common sense.