After a long hard day of avoiding conflict, eye contact, and general unpleasantness, I very much looked forward to arriving home so I could remove my pants, start up Supernatural on my DVR, and recover from the social interactions of the day.
But suddenly I greeted by a cold wave so intense I found myself frozen at the doorway unable to even blink.
Turning the only person I trust to save the day, I fire off a quick text message.
The number. Here's the number as in call someone. No no no. I can not call someone. Just thinking about it leaves me sick in the knees and stomach. Is there an email? A letter writing campaign. Maybe I'll just google how to fix it. The internet never lies to me. And who knows, I can learn to live without heat. Our ancient ancestors did it, so why can't I?
With sub-artic temperatures in the house, it was becoming clearer that I would need something more than blankets in order to survive the never ending winter. I braved a trip to walmart to buy an electric heater.
And I can never go back there again, but I have my heater. Still freezing though, so I try my parent one more time. 60 percent of the time, this works every time.
And that is how I survived the still on going winter.
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