Our furnace is broken and the temperature in our house 57 degrees and ever so slowly continuing to drop. Why do these things always tend to happen at the worst time possible?
My husband is out of town.
It's fucking freezing outside today.
It's Sunday and we will have to pay extra to get it fixed today.
We have no money.
Fuckity, fuck, fuck...
Kevin, the emergency furnace repair dude has just left to go pick up the part that he will need to fix it. He has been here before when our air conditioner was busted - in the middle of summer when:
My husband was out of town.
It was really fucking hot outside.
We had no money.
Here is what is probably a really boring video of better times, namely last night before I realized the furnace was broken. I was snuggled up cozy tight in a blanket on the sofa in the den and about to enjoy a fine feature film about the life of Edith Piaf, called La Vie En Rose, when I was distracted by the antics of Turtle the cat.
UPDATE: All fixed. Six hundred and fifty stinging smacks. Fuck.