Secondly, last week's 70-some and this week's 80-some degree weather makes this almost seem silly, but put yourself back in the mindset of a few weeks back when it decided to become 50 degrees and rainy all of a sudden. Ok, now to the story.
I am a frugal bugle. I've never liked spending money, and I will do most anything (except couponing... don't judge) to save a buck. One of these things is avoiding turning on the heat until absolutely necessary. We're talking December or January, frost advisories, "Ok, I guess we'll break down and turn it on" behavior.
That meant that when it was 50 degrees outside, we did not turn on our heat. I looked at the thermostat and it was reading 62. Now, a 62-degree day is doable. A 62-degree house is frigid! However, we were still stubborn and still refused to turn on the heat.
When I got home from work, I changed out of my rhythmic gymnast attire (because it was Spirit Week) and put on lots of layers of lots of flannel. I made myself some hot apple cider to warm up and then curled up under our fuzzy white blanket on the couch.
This is what Jason did:
Hey, whatever works! By the way, this was not for a photo opp. He just put on all those clothes and actually wore them the rest of the night.
I should mention that Jason had a cold and worked from home the next day. When I got home, he had broken down and turned on the heat. Wuss.
2 comments:
HAHAHAHA! You and Joe are one in the same. He pitched a fit when I turned the heat onto 67. ;)
that is pretty funny!
Post a Comment