If you follow me on Twitter, you have probably heard me complaining about the ides of winter. I’m sure that at least once a day I twitter about how miserably cold I am. And with the *economic crisis* (if I hear that term one more time, I’m going to poke a needle in my eye) we are trying to keep costs down as much as possible, and that means keeping our heat set very loooooow. My husband is the one who sets the thermostat, and I try not to tamper with it, but there have been days that I can’t take another minute of the frostbite, and I will nudge it just a little. Shhhh.
Because my husband loves me so much was sick of my complaining, last week he went up into the attic and brought down our old space heater that we used to keep in the nursery when we had little babies. You see, well before the term *economic crisis* became a household term swear word, we were trying to save pennies on heating costs. But I put my foot down when I had babies. So the space heater came to be a member of our family. We didn’t use it last year, but this year my husband had the brilliant idea of placing it in my office, where I spend at least 50%, okay 90% of my life. Score one for hubby!
Well, wouldn’t you know that my Handyguy couldn’t just put the ding-dang space heater in my office and turn it on. NO. He had to utilize his geeky Powercost Monitor and determine how much money we were spending with the space heater. Did I say geeky? Okay.
So here I sit sat, freezing my arse off, my fingers so cold that I could hardly manipulate the mouse, while the space heater sat idly by as my husband waited to “get a baseline” on the temperature in the room or some such nonsense. As I recall, I went to bed that night in a bit of a huff.
The next morning when I woke up, my husband told me he had good news and bad news. The good news was space heater was ready to go. The bad news was the space heater had been recalled.
YUP! He had googled it for some reason that I didn’t dare ask, and came up with the recall notice. GRAND. Another day of frostbite for me!
All’s well that ends well, though, because that night, my husband walked in the door with a brand spanking new space heater that was NOT on anyone’s recall list. He had taken the offensive space heater back to Home Depot as instructed online and received a new one at no charge. SCORE!
So now I sit in my office with a space heater under my desk. I’m all toasty warm, snug as a bug in a rug, and laughing all the way to the bank. And with that, my friends, I’m clean out of metaphors. You can breathe a sigh of relief now.