This morning when I woke up, I noticed it was a bit “brisk” temperature wise. I could almost see my breath. I quickly threw on my “weekend attire”, sweats and a t-shirt , I know I’m sexy. Anyway, I ran waddled to start the gas fireplace. Next I checked our indoor/outdoor thermometer and saw it said, 61 degrees! My final check was the thermostat to see what that said. It didn’t say anything. It was totally blank. What? How could that be?
I peeked outside and saw we had snow. Granted it was just a dusting, but it snowed. Then I started to panic. We are going to freeze to death. The pipes are going to freeze. The fur kids would all be frozen pupcicles and catcicles. How would I explain this to Mr. Bernie? I just know our pipes will freeze and he will be mad. What to do, what to do? I don’t like to wake him up. He is easy to wake up and he wakes up with a smile on his face, but still, it was 6am on a Sunday.
I tiptoed into the bedroom and patted his hand, nothing. Then I started to shake him like the house was on fire. He opened one eye, sighed and said, “What Bernadette?” In a high pitch screechy voice I yelled, “Oh my god! Mr. Bernie its only 61 degrees in the house! I think the thermostat is broken!” He said, “Turn on the gas fireplace.” Then he rolled over as if to go back to sleep. Well that is no help. I grabbed my laptop and sat on the couch, the laptop would keep me warm. The fur kids might freeze, but I was going to be ok.
About 15 minutes later the Mr. got dressed and ran, sauntered over to the thermostat, took the cover off and put it back on. Suddenly, we had heat, blessed heat. We were not going to die. Our pipes were not going to freeze. All was right with the world. All Hail Mr. Bernie!!
I apologized for waking him. He was very nice and said that it was no big deal. I explained that I was worried our pipes might freeze. He said, “At 61 degrees? You did take science in school, didn’t you?” I assured him that I had a science class or two, but was not sure how quickly our pipes might freeze up with no heat. He said, “At 61 degrees it will take forever. But thanks for the heads up. I’m glad I didn’t freeze to death in my sleep. You are the best, Bernadette!” I thought he was being a bit snarky.
We didn’t die. Our pipes didn’t freeze. The fur kids don’t seem to be worse for the ware. All is right in the world! How is your Sunday going?