Baby, It's Cold Outside!

I remember Christmas in California...it only lasted 2 weeks. And really, winter in California is more like a moody autumn.

I don't know what possessed Mom and Dad to move to this frozen wasteland, but here we are, and here we will probably stay....F O R E V E R....

Like most people, we have a utilities budget. And like most people, we really don't follow our budget, but that's another blog for another day. Needless to say (but I am going to say it anyway) we have money to spend on heat.

So, in the winter, since I naturally don't like being an icecube, I crank up that heater every time I walk by it. And without fail, Jeremy (who thinks he is an Eskimo....two years in Minnesota fried, or, excuse me, froze his brain.), follows behind me and turns it down.

I was sitting at this very computer this morning, and I was trying to figure out why it was so blasted cold. I turned the heater up to 74 last night (Like I said, I don't like being cold. Poo poo on turning down the heater to 63 at night...). I walked over to our archaic thermostat and LO! Jeremy had turned it down to 51 (well, it was actually 69).

I turned it back up.

I called him up.

He should know better.

"HEY!" I exclaimed. "You trying to freeze us out or something???"

"What?!" He protested. "You had it up to like 88 degrees."

"Well, we are all turning into popsicles over here! We budget for this kind of thing!"

He thought for a moment.

"Oh, are the kids cold or something?"

"Doy!" Yeah, I am really mature. "They are all wrapped up in blankets on the couch."

I walked into the living room to verify my statement, and both kids were naked and had passed out from the heat. Well, it wasn't that bad...Eva had her stomach exposed and had taken a sock off.

Jeremy then graciously conceded that since we do have a budget for gas and electricity, that my penchant for heat was permissible.

I have often told people that I would rather die from heat than from cold. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.