So apparently, we are all supposed to start working out today, so that we'll be in shape for bikini season. Somehow I think that this deadline will come and go with nary a situp from me. I wonder what the deadline is if I choose to go with a one-piece swimsuit this summer instead...
I awoke this morning, well before daylight, the entire family huddled under the blankets in our bed. I thought "it's a tad chilly in here." I went back to sleep, sure that I was just imagining a chill in the room. I awoke again at 6:30, sure that something was wrong with the furnace. So I traipse downstairs to the thermostat to see if I could figure out what was wrong. I had the dreaded dollar signs in my eyes, the ones that appear just before a budget-busting check is written to a repairman. I looked at the thermostat, and realized that it was set at 52 degrees. Nora had apparently decided that 68 was too warm, and made some adjustments unbeknownst to me.
The furnace ran for more than an hour.
2 comments:
So far I think you are an excellent writer. :) I can't wait to read more as you write it.
Hugz,
Jo
Yeah. What Jo said. That means you have to write some more. ;o)
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