Solve your family's thermostat wars, that's what.
For those of you who have never heard of my kin's epic, notorious, competitive, etc., etc., battles over who controls the temperature in the house, allow me to enlighten you. You see, my parents are complete opposites. My dad is always cold. Summers are never warm enough. Winters are worse. If it weren't for his handy fleece blanket, I'm not sure that he'd make it outside his office.
My mom, on the other hand, is very thrifty. I seem to have inherited this gift (or curse; your opinion hinges on whether you are cheap or not) and there have been several instances while shopping when both of us tried to get the other to buy something we both wanted. Anyways, the cold does not seem to penetrate her thriftiness, and it somewhat frightens me to guess how cold she would keep it in her house if she got away with it.
So, the combination of a dad who's always cold and a mom who's always saving is one that ends in the logical outcome they have arrived at. This year it doesn't seem as bad, but last winter, the temperature was always changing! We were constantly wavering between Ice Age and Global Warming.
But yesterday they came to a truce.
They are now keeping the house's temperature at the Honey-bring-out-the-ice-pick-the-tap-water-isn't-liquid setting - 60 degrees (no, not Celsius) constantly during the day, with an electronic heater in the living room. Well that takes care of the heater, you might ask, but what about the tarp & nails? Here's where they come in: in order to keep the heat in the living room, they nailed a tarp to the doorway connecting the living room to the hall, which leads to everywhere else of consequence in the house.
But now the rest of the house is a meat locker! Every other room is freezing. Even the cat doesn't care to venture to his food dish as often anymore. (which is almost miraculous)
(Please try to ignore how gross he looks)
So there you have it. I wonder if its warmer outside than in the kitchen? My mom not surprisingly remarked that we can now get rid of our refrigerator. 'Spose that would lop off a good chunk of the electricity bill.
So if the only reason you read this far in this particular post was to try to find it's point, well, I'm sincerely sorry, especially in light of this, but there is none.
For those of you who have never heard of my kin's epic, notorious, competitive, etc., etc., battles over who controls the temperature in the house, allow me to enlighten you. You see, my parents are complete opposites. My dad is always cold. Summers are never warm enough. Winters are worse. If it weren't for his handy fleece blanket, I'm not sure that he'd make it outside his office.
My mom, on the other hand, is very thrifty. I seem to have inherited this gift (or curse; your opinion hinges on whether you are cheap or not) and there have been several instances while shopping when both of us tried to get the other to buy something we both wanted. Anyways, the cold does not seem to penetrate her thriftiness, and it somewhat frightens me to guess how cold she would keep it in her house if she got away with it.
So, the combination of a dad who's always cold and a mom who's always saving is one that ends in the logical outcome they have arrived at. This year it doesn't seem as bad, but last winter, the temperature was always changing! We were constantly wavering between Ice Age and Global Warming.
But yesterday they came to a truce.
They are now keeping the house's temperature at the Honey-bring-out-the-ice-pick-the-tap-water-isn't-liquid setting - 60 degrees (no, not Celsius) constantly during the day, with an electronic heater in the living room. Well that takes care of the heater, you might ask, but what about the tarp & nails? Here's where they come in: in order to keep the heat in the living room, they nailed a tarp to the doorway connecting the living room to the hall, which leads to everywhere else of consequence in the house.
But now the rest of the house is a meat locker! Every other room is freezing. Even the cat doesn't care to venture to his food dish as often anymore. (which is almost miraculous)
(Please try to ignore how gross he looks)So there you have it. I wonder if its warmer outside than in the kitchen? My mom not surprisingly remarked that we can now get rid of our refrigerator. 'Spose that would lop off a good chunk of the electricity bill.
So if the only reason you read this far in this particular post was to try to find it's point, well, I'm sincerely sorry, especially in light of this, but there is none.
Sarah:
ReplyDeleteYour father is right, your mother is wrong. She would rather everyone live in an ice hotel! Go up and give your dad a big hug and tell him that heaven is heated to a nice balmy 88 degrees with humidity, so . . . it won't be long.