Wednesday, December 05, 2007
I froze and caved.
Last night I wore sweats and socks to sleep, and had an extra blanket on the bed. It still took a long time to fall asleep because I was freezing. This morning I woke up nice and warm though, until I got out of bed. I sat in my sweats with a blanket wrapped around me, and thought things might be fine. But then I cringed at the thought of taking all this warmth off to get in the shower, and I couldn't stand it. I have turned on the heat.
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If you had worn your cloths into the shower, you wouldn't have to worry about doing laundry later...that's two birds right there.
I'm impressed you held out for so long!
My heater would have been on a long time ago!
You're one of those? People who refuse to use their heat make me sad. I flat out refuse to be cold in my own home.
I mean, I didn't mean to become "one of those." I complained bitterly to my dad growing up when he refused to turn up the heat and would instead tell me to put on a sweater. Honestly, it wasn't that cold around here until the last few days, and I think I secretly like to pretend I'm Laura Ingalls Wilder and tough it out Home on the Prairie style.
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