This morning I woke up, rolled over, and nearly started laughing.
There was snow on the roof.
And our furnace is broken.
The repair guy apparently came yesterday. Looked at it. Said, "Yeah, this is really broken. I'm going to disconnect the system, because you don't want it turning back on."
My translation: Good thing you're still alive.
So it's cold.
But you know what? That's okay.
a) I have a space heater.
b) I have space slippers.
c) I have a roof over my head.
d) In lots of places in the world (especially South America) it gets this cold in the winter and they have no central heating. You just wear MORE LAYERS! Which is how I was raised anyway...
Me: I'm cold.
Mom: Put a sweater on.
Me: I'm wearing one.
Mom: Put slippers on.
One time, it went slightly differently...
Me: I'm cold. Feel how cold my hands are!! (put my cold hands on her neck)
Mom: This is why you should get a boyfriend.
Me: (pouting) Ok...I'll try...
Mom: Or you can put a sweater on.
Me: Thanks, Mom.
For the record, I love my mom. Recalling these conversations makes me laugh.
(Mom & me, Christmas 08)