The heater in my awesome hipster house doesn’t work. The fan in it is broken. When the repair crew came by it took three people about five minutes to take it apart, stare at it for a bit, wave some gadgets around and then tell me “Don’t turn this on. It’ll burn down your house.”
We weren’t turning it on anyway, because it doesn’t work, but good to know it will also burn down the house.
So, my house is really quite cold, and I’m hugely appreciating how freaking fantastic my blankets are every night.
I had some friends over the other night, and one of them went to go put some drinks in the fridge. Upon opening the fridge, he decided that the contents of our refrigerator were warmer than the general temperature of the kitchen.
Let’s hear it for layers, friends. Oh yeah!