It's Getting (or rather, Staying) Hot in Here

Terry finally relented and realized that we indeed needed a new furnace.  I think he was tired of getting called every other day at work with me saying, yeah, it's 65 in here, come home and bang on this shit with a hammer or whatever it is you do.  I had to answer the door, because of course the minute Terry actually scooped the kitty litter and was vacuuming was when the installers showed up, so they got greeted by a woken up old lady with no glasses.  I did figure out that at least one of them was cute, just from his tall manly blur.

This is what it looks like when you don't have a furnace.  Of course, this was the first warm day in a long time, so Terry was all muttering under his breath.  We made up for it today, because it is cold as a witch's boob in a brass bra out there, and the wind is whipping about.

Almost feel bad for poor sad abandoned furnace.  I had gone back to bed as soon as I let the installers in, and I was having some hella weird dreams, from all the noises downstairs, and my brain wondering what those guys actually looked like

Another shot, with the melting snow.  Evidently we are still supposed to get at least one more snow dump.  Stupid MI.

The new one, all installed and stuff.  Cost a mint, but it's so quiet I don't know the heat is on until I see the leaves of the plant that resides close to the register moving.  It's one of those two cycle thingamajigs, so hoping we at least see some difference in heating bills.  Yeah, most boring blog post EVER, but the Lucky Bat St. Patty's Day party is coming up this weekend, so more pics of drunk ass people coming you way.  And oh, wait, I'm in that pic up there, or at least a fraction of me.  I always try to dodge out of camera frame, dang it.

Pod People, and a tasty snack

 

These nuts, they are all kinda wrong.  I think my about to have my period pheremones sniffed these suckers out from, like, across the store.  Evil, pure evil.'

 

 

FLOWERS. From a kid.  Who doesn't even live here and is not even apologizing for some heinous thing that has happened.  Okay, they may have been prompted an itty bit by me drunk dialing her on Saturday to admit that I missed her.  I do! Everyone else in this house has shitty taste in tv shows.  I have to watch my favorites all alone like now!  Her Dad misses her too, he even took her out to lunch today and bought her an overpriced sammich.

 

 

But, she still manages to make her mark.  She stopped by earlier this week, and ate one of Annie's cupcakes, (I just call them hers, because, yeah, not a huge fan of cupcakes, so she is generally the cupcake consumer around here)  and decided to tell Annie that she did that, on the board we keep on the fridge.  And she used a PERMANENT marker, not so much the dry erase one.  Annie? Not amused.  We can probably get it off with nail polish remover or some such, haven't tried yet.  Oh, and the heinousness wasn't realized until the next day, and Annie had wrote something about her dreams, and it made me laugh even harder, because then it looked like Al was commenting that she had ate one of Annie's dreams.  I tried to take a pic, but it was all fuzzy, I'm not a good photog, even with today's Jetson's cameras.

 

 

Our itty French chef at work.  This school week was all kind of messed up due to standardized testing, so she had Tuesday off and was over at a friend's house, who made crepe batter because she's just that much of an overachiever.  Annie brought it home, for to impress us.

 

Which she did, because these were some damn tasty crepes.  I did come up with the idea of melting Nutella and thowing some strawberries on 'em, so I take partial credit.  In all honesty, I am in awe of the women my baby girls are becoming.  Sometimes getting older doesn't suck quite as bad.