so last night, out of nowhere, i started vomiting.
i know, you LIVE for posts that start like that.
bryan attributed it to sympathy morning sickness (as i’ve spent the majority of my weekend with my expecting bittertwin), but it was a strange kind of sick. and smells were really bothering me. one of them, in particular, i noticed.. and it was making me heave.
turns out, that smell was gas that wasn’t being burned.
so this morning, i noticed that it was cold in the house. i mean, it’s always chilly.. we have a drafty house with hardwood floors.. but this morning, it was cold. like, you felt it and knew it was wrong cold. the boy, of course, stood there in his t-shirt and too-long shorts (or maybe they’re too-short pants) and told me he was cold.. and i pointed out that there are a mound of blankets he could go get under. no, he said, he’s just cold.
so i check the thermostat.. and sure enough, damn thing was set at 68 (warm for our house), but our current temp..? 51.
our heating element has burned out. and all of huntsville is iced in.
i called work and told them i would be on my way as soon as i can. (i was all dressed, make-up on and everything.. and THAT’S frustrating.) looks now, though, that i’m gonna be here till we can get the heat situation straightened out.
and three people sitting here, in the cold, REALLY get under eachother’s skin.
landlord is out of town. is actually, as we speak, in the air (presumably), flying in from washington. no contact available. so i’ve called heating people to come. i can’t wait. it’s fricking cold.
i really NEEDED to get out of the house today.
but we’ll live. life goes on. que c’era.