In an attempt to save money, Nat and I had the heat on to the bare minimum. Just enough to take the edge off and then I'd hide under an electric blanket. It really started when the light bulb to the television downstairs burnt out and we never replaced it. At this point, we moved the XBox (and netflix) into the bedroom and for the last month we have lived entirely there. With a space heater.
This has been very eye opening. In the past, we had decided a one bedroom apartment while excellent for saving money was not the way to go for fear we would annoy each other in such limited living quarters. We somehow ended up in a three bedroom house which is kind of silly for just us. After the whole basement flood debacle we determined a nice condo will be the way to go when we purchase. Camping in our bedroom for the last month has taught us that we could probably even tolerate each other in a studio even. (Well a studio with two bathrooms.)
Yesterday my parents were coming up and I decided 60 degrees in the whole house was not acceptable. It was then that the heat decided to stop working entirely. Fantastic. We pushed on and Mom and I addressed wedding invitations in the dining room with a snuggie and a space heater. Dad just chilled. (Pun intended.)
I woke this morning and the thermostat reads 50. And there is snow on the ground with the potential for more to fall from they sky. Bother. I'll be in the bedroom also known as the sauna if you need me. (Working on getting the heat fixed of course.)
Some people pray for babies. Mostly, I am the opposite of that. What I do pray for, is a puppy. Really, I want to kind of happen upon a puppy hiding under a car, or save it dramatically in a not too traumatic fashion for the little fella. I'm really on the lookout now because A.) it's cold and I need something to keep me warm when Nat is not around and B.) I'm about to have a proper job again which means a proper paycheck.
In conclusion, heat and puppies. Yes, we've wrapped this up nicely now haven't we? Oye.