We still have not had to turn on the heat. M is trying to cave, but I can taste November 1st like it is 24 hours away.
Long live the down vest and the fleece jacket.
We still have not had to turn on the heat. M is trying to cave, but I can taste November 1st like it is 24 hours away.
Long live the down vest and the fleece jacket.
It is October 22nd, and I still have not had to turn on the heat. Of course, as M has pointed out, I am wearing boots, a fleece, and a down vest in the house. But I am going to push it as long as I can, as I’m doing it for the polar bears. It has nothing at all to do with the fact that I grew up in a household that considered those who turned on the heat before November 1st wimps.
I woke up this morning and realized that it was mid-October and I hadn’t even contemplated whining about not wanting to turn on the heat yet.
Surely I just jinxed myself now and it will get frigid in the next 24 hours.
A: “I am NOT a space invader!”
Chichimama: “Huh? I would hope not! I think all of my children are human, last time I checked anyway.”
A: “Not THAT kind of space invader, a space invader on the RUG kind of space invader.”
Chichimama: “Ah. Well, that is a good thing as well.”