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Not A Normal Morning

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.

Because
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.
Me: sigh

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)

Comments

Sarah said…
That's a lovely picture of you and your mom. Moms are great.
Laura said…
Why do you keep giving me sentences that I could interpret in naughty, naughty ways?

Your mother will be happy you've finally listened to her.
MLW said…
LOL!!! LOL!!! LOL!!!
Well, what do I say?!?! Good to see you are taking you mom's advice. May you know that warmth of God's love today as you listen to and obey Him. You are special and loved!

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