I'd like to think I have an easygoing attitude.
Tonight Ron told me the gas furnace isn't working. Yike. We have a cold front.
Well, I told him, not a big deal. We have heated matress pads and space heaters. As long as I can take a shower with the space heater running (in the room) I'm good.
I always sleep under lots of layers anyway. That plus the heated mattress pad means I'll be very cozy. The cats will be fine. They wear fur coats.
Baby Girl likes to run around outside in the cold, anyway. She probably won't even notice.
I also told Ron, it's only going to be cold this week. Why rush to repair it (doubtful if we can afford it anyway), when it's going to warm up soon anyway?
We live in Houston.
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