We have to run down the basement stairs about 21 times a day to turn the heat back on because our heater only stays on for about 7 minutes at a time.
Today we came home from a dinner date during a storm, and the heat was STILL on.
It's a Thanksgiving miracle!
Remember the scene in Beaches when Bette lives in a little ghetto New York apartment, and when she's cold she hits the pipes with a frying pan and screams, "Send the heat up!!"?
That's how I feel.
Beaches clip. (Skip to 4:40 for the pipe scene.)
The best part is that cold air triggers my morning sickness, so sometimes the only thing reminding me to turn the heat back on is, well, the barf.
(Sigh)
(Smile)
This is the life.
Friday, January 2, 2009
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