I love the AC...all the way up to the point that the electric bill arrives at which point I curse like a sailor and look at every bulb, outlet, and appliance in the house for a possible explaination as to why on earth we could use that much electricity.  At this point I fully convince myself that our neighbors are tapping in to our meter somehow and using it to heat (or cool) their _______ (Hottub, house, pool, garage).  I typically recall every light bulb I've ever caught Joni leaving on, and every time she left the garage door open too long.  I then run around and turn off as many lights as possible and even contemplate turning the AC up a few more degrees... even though it's already set to 78°.  After about an hour I settle down and come to terms with the fact that electric bill is almost definately lighting a high school football field somewhere that I'll never track down and just pay it.  At least that's how it went tonight.