Yesterday, the thermometer on our shady porch hit 108 degrees. The house thermostat registered 97 degrees most of the afternoon. No AC; only five fans creating convection oven conditions. When I went to get an ice cream bar from the freezer, I found only wooden sticks floating in milk and broken chocolate pieces. The carton of hard ice cream, in the freezer, had turned into super soft serve ice cream, as well. Then I checked the refrigerator side of our side by side; the temperature there was 55 degrees and rising. The afternoon and evening was spent filling coolers with almost impossible to find ice, in an effort to save a couple hundred dollars worth of perishable food. Only hours earlier the wife and I were commenting on how refrigerators/freezers always fail on the hottest day of the year...