you win this round, october.
i wasn’t going to turn on the furnace until it either reached 60 degrees (we use Fahrenheit in the Jones’ household, because we love America and The Lord.) or colder in the house or november. whichever came first.
jimmy’s been all, “damn, woman. trying to kill me?”
and i’ve been all, “here’s a blanket; deal till november.”
this morning it was 55 degrees in the house. that’s quite a refreshing temp to wake to. that’s a lie, that’s some chill-in-my-bones cold. we don’t own enough blankets for me to torture mr. fleegan with a, “but november’s only 4 days away. it’ll be like camping!” so i turned on the furnace.
now it smells like burning witches in my house, but, it’s warm. although i’m totally going to turn it off when i leave to go to work.
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A couple of nights ago, Kris left the heat on downstairs. (We’re livin’ right – separate units for separate floors!) The next morning, I was all “gee, glad it’s so toasty down here and that we paid to heat the lonely couches all night!” And he said we were even for the summer day where I left the air on upstairs to cool the lonely bedrooms.
air cooling and heating is for the weak, set the air at 80F in the summer and the at 60F in the winter
Huh. That’s just what we did when we lived there. Or I should say that’s what I did. It was sort of a unilateral decision.
liz, what are you talking about? the air was always on at your house. it was freezing on your side.