…the grouchier I get.
So many of you weren’t sure I could get any f’ing meaner, but apparently, there’s an all new level of hateful that revolves around it being as cold indoors as it is outdoors.
The heat pump went out about 9 days ago. We have resorted to holding fresh baked muffins to our faces for warmth.
On the bright side, now that my pocket is a grand lighter, the parts necessary are on the way. When they’ll get installed is another story, but progress is being made.
I will get through this by chanting over and over, warm chocolate chip muffin pressed to my third eye, “on Saturday, I’ll be in Florida…on Saturday, I’ll be in Florida…ommmmmmmm”