So Dad beats the furnace into shape last night supposedly. Guess what happened promptly at 4PM?
We put the space heater that I picked up last night in the living room, cranked it up and had it a nice balmy 73 degrees inside of 20 minutes. I knew it kicked ass, but I didn’t realize how much ass it actually kicked LOL.
I spent a few minutes looking up the furnace we have online. Didn’t find a whole lot as far as spec sheets go, but I did find a lot of posts on fixit yourself boards saying “How do I fix this piece of crap furnace?”
I made muffins today with stevia. Mom was skeptical, but they completely RAWK! Which brings me to the conversation we had during the making thereof:
Here, let me get this rubber spatula and scrape down the sides for you.
Mom, I’m fine.
(reaching for the spatula) Here, let me show you what I’m talking about.
Will you stop? Do you not see the spatula in my hand? I’m fine. Y’know, you have this annoying habit of saying you’re helping, then taking it over and it GETS ON MY NERVES.
Well, that’s just your perception, and it’s wrong. I’m being helpful.
No, my perception is that you just took the bowl out of my hands and I didn’t ASK for your help.
GRR! /rant
Anyways, outside of that brief temper tantrum it’s been a pretty good day. I’m working on a cover letter for my resume – hopefully I can spin a 4-year sabbatical to raise babies into something an employer will find attractive.
On this day..
- The book report I want to write: - 2006
- Numbers for today: - 2004
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