Yes, after years with internal temperatures in my car (with windows down) reaching such highs as to pop a freaking cork out of a bottle of wine (no joke) and occasionally almost bursting into tears at red lights because I thought if we didn't start moving nownownowrightthissecond I might spontaneously combust...we have a car with AC.
It's glorious. We are like officially middle class now y'all.
Spent today loading it up with plants and potting soil like the yuppies we must surely look like.
Summer, you're totes my bitch now.
The dog-son totally approves.
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