Last night as I was leaving work my wife called. She was in town and wondered if I wanted to stop at the local bowling ally/restaurant/pub for a bit of Happy Hour. Sure, why not? Well, we ran into a few friends and the “Hour” got a little… extended. When we arrived at home the fire had been long out, the kids were under blankets, and it was 61[sup]o[/sup] in the house. I stoked up the wood burner but the whole family was complaining, including the wife. None wanted to wait… they wanted heat now!
So anyway, I let the belly full of beer do some of my thinking for me… and… I… (this is hard to admit)… I turned on the… LP furnace for a little while. Damn poor judgment.
This morning it’s below zero outside and I didn’t reload the fire box before bed last night (another beer induced poor judgment on my part) so it’s only 64[sup]o[/sup] in the house… AND THEY WANT ME TO TURN THE FURNACE ON AGAIN!!
Poor judgment… I can see it now… every time it gets just a little chilly in here they’re gonna’ want the furnace on. Damn poor judgment. At least I’ve held them off (for now) this morning.
So anyway, I let the belly full of beer do some of my thinking for me… and… I… (this is hard to admit)… I turned on the… LP furnace for a little while. Damn poor judgment.
This morning it’s below zero outside and I didn’t reload the fire box before bed last night (another beer induced poor judgment on my part) so it’s only 64[sup]o[/sup] in the house… AND THEY WANT ME TO TURN THE FURNACE ON AGAIN!!
Poor judgment… I can see it now… every time it gets just a little chilly in here they’re gonna’ want the furnace on. Damn poor judgment. At least I’ve held them off (for now) this morning.