I finally made it downstairs, out of bed and I am all happy to be in the middle of the chaos that is our home. Love it!
Now the middle floor is a bit cooler then the upstairs [bedrooms] because, as we all know, heat rises. I was suitably prepared for my foray into the middle regions [Don't kid yourselves Tadpoles I won't go into the basement until May. THAT is cold.]
I was all gussied up in my long johns [check] sleep pants [check] leg warmers [hush up, but check] slippers and a bathrobe [matching! check & check] I was styling, let me just say.
But.....
I wasn't staying warm. I checked the heat. 68 degrees - and it is working, so.....why was I so cold?
I was becoming colder as the minutes ticked by. I told Pooldad that I thought my fever had come back [chills] and I snapped "Oh great I am going to end up back in bed and I don't want to because I have things to do and I like my printer and real cable TV and the proximity to food and :: sniff, sniff :: don't make me go back...because noooooooo....I won't"
Two weeks of bedrest can do that to a woman.
It wasn't until Pooldad decided to visit our lovely little bathroom [located in our foyer] that he noticed that Wallene had arrived home from school and .....LEFT THE FRONT DOOR OPEN.
In January. In 30 degree weather. For over 45 minutes.
Yep. It's official. We live in a barn.
8 comments:
Dare I say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree? *kidding*
Word verification is ectica; leaving the front door open makes one think she is living in Ant-ectica
What is it about kids and doors? They are oblivious.
Oh hells bells, yours are kid kids, mine is 38. Gets up at o dark thirty leaves before the sun comes up and leaves the bathroom window and the front door open. Today 24 degrees and sleeting. That's where global warming comes from.......LOL Even fat Elvis the Saint Bernard had moved from her watch in the front foyer to the couch for warmth. Brrrrrrrrrrr.
It's so funny that you have infected other people with the vert madness. Too funny.
I want to thank you for the ice cube flush....worked wonders. You wild woman you.
vert word eprouti, it's what you can't do. be ep and routi. Take care Skippy do rah day.
My husband blames my temperature complaints on my hot flashes or not-having hot flashes. I can't win.
That's when the infamous line my father used to say would've come out of my mouth...
"what are we heating the outside too now?"
Hey! Sounds like my house.
Kids...... ya gotta love 'em! Take a hot shower!
Wow! Lol! Well at least it wasn't you!
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