Ok, Maybe I Exaggerated About His Fingers
But you have to admit that it's a weird coincidence that when he touches the thermostat is ceases doing it's job. Tonight, M came home and I told him the heater still wasn't working and that I'd called the furnASS people. You'd think I'd have told him I sold all his shit or something. What is it about a man and his castle. That castle could be falling apart at the seams, but they'd be damned before they let someone handy come in and fix that shit.
He climbed up into the attic and after about an hour discovered that wasps has made their way into the furnASS and well, died. One found it's way into the part that ignites and it was blocking the flow of gas. He cleaned it out and out came the heat! Huraaaaay! I had to apologize for not trusting him and then told him no, I didn't cook anything for dinner. Sorry. Hey, I helped. I stood at the thermostat and turned it on and off. I think I sprained a finger here.
Life is warm again.
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