Aye aye aye, it's Christmas

So when I got home from work yesterday I noticed a slight breeze inside the house. Glancing upon the thermostat the house read at 60 degrees. At first I wasn't thrown off by this, I mean Crazy Lady likes the keep the house cooler so our heating bills don't go up, and at night the house is usually around 62 degrees. So I assumed she was keeping it even cooler while we were all at work because I've been jacking up the heat a bunch recently during the day, due to two little dwarf hamsters I've recently adopted. That story is for another day.

Anyway, so instead of getting into trouble by messing with the heat, I decide to keep busy. So I run a few laps around the house, do some laundry, burn some cd's, bake some delicious cookies (I swear I have a gift). In the laundry is my favorite hoodie, so soft and so warm, but I can't put it on because it's dirty. So at this point I'm wearing two bras, a tank top, a thermal shirt, a t-shirt, jeans, and two pairs of socks. Yep, I can still feel the cold. I go back to the thermostat and it's now 59 degrees.

Crazy Lady comes home and usually if I've messed with the temperature she'll say, "Hey, why do I smell heat?!" and the door bangs open, and she'll take the 11 earth shattering steps needed to get from the door to the thermostat. However, this time she yells, "Why is it so breezy?" I swear she never says "hello" anymore.

So apparently the furnace is shot, she's been holding out on buying a new one. This one is a year older than me. We got a guy to come last night, but he didn't have the correct motor in his truck. He's coming back today sometime and my new Dell is supposed to come sometime today also. So we can't leave the house until that's taken care of. Right now it's 56 degrees. My fingers can barely type on this little keyboard.

What's interesting is that while we're waiting for him to come, Crazy Lady is making a list of fun WARM things to do after we get the heat back. Am I her daughter or what? One of the things is to go to Target.
"Why Mom? Is there something you need?"
"No, but I have a 50 dollar gift card from my birthday."
"Oh."
"We can look around."
"So we're going to leave once we have heat?"

Right now, I hear Crazy Lady in the basement moving around boxes and the weights my father has yet to use. Anything to keep warm, I guess. Did I ever mention that Crazy Lady is 5'1''? She's also baking everything she can find in the house, as an excuse to turn the oven on. If anyone wants pie, cake, cookies, or a lasagna just let me know.