Last night, I was delicately sipping my white wine when I felt little fly wings and tentacles tickling my lips.  

Oh, nasty.  

It was a giant black fly right there in the Chardonnay.  And while this would only be ironic if the Chardonnay I purchased were specifically designed to repel flies, it was totally par for the course.  Here's what I mean: so far this summer, we have replaced our furnace, repaired our refrigerator, convinced our insurance company to fix some wind damage on our roof, gotten a pricey quote from the roofing company to eliminate the rotting wood around the built-in, too-shallow gutter system, AND made an appointment to repair the stove.  Also, the A/V people came to diagnose our remote control issues and our inability to install a new cable box.

After all of that, which represents a lot of time and even more money, the air conditioner broke.  

The air conditioner broke!! 

The tech was all, "It's too bad, but it had a nice life, and now you need a new unit to the tune of many thousands of dollars."

Ok, fine, I said. At which point, I poured the fly-infested Chardonnay.

Then, today, the guys came to install the new unit (I said "unit"), only to discover that we actually need a new motor, coil, AND a new compressor, which will be several more thousands of dollars and can't be functional until Tuesday.

I think next week might run more smoothly.  We'll see.  Probably it won't cost me many thousand more dollars.  I mean, I hope not.