It's Cold

I had a lot of things I wanted to accomplish yesterday. Hearing the words, "the heater is broken" wasn't on that list. Which, let's review a little something. Two years ago at this time, I had no heat in my car. The blower had gone out and it took a while to get an appointment and then wait for the part and ... IT WAS JANUARY.

The girls and I were very cold driving around.

So, sure, let's repeat that this year, but when we're home. Why not?

The good news about it being the heat at our house is that we live in a Maronda home, which means we have two of those hideous corner fireplaces that make no sense. We never use the fireplaces because they're dumb, but I might be redefining them as AWESOME right about now. (The problem with them is that they are both placed in rooms that trap air, so it turns into an oven in that room, but the rest of the house is still cold.) (I'm always cold, so for me to say they turn a room into an oven is REALLY saying something. Most mortals might spontaneously combust in those rooms.)

Mila, for her part, is pretty oblivious to the whole thing EXCEPT NOT. The kid catches on to everything, but she does it in that hilarious 4-year old way of understanding the world way. She doesn't know where heat comes from or how it gets made, so she has spent the past day telling me about how I'm doing it all wrong.

"Mom, just go buy more heat. We can go to Target."

If only it were that easy ...

(I'd walk out of Target with heat and about $100 in things that I didn't because that's what happens there.)