Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Bleh

Our water heater is broken.

So is our heater.

It's hard to recover from a day that starts with a cold shower, an apartment that is 65 degrees, and an outside tempeture of 4.

7 comments:

Neighbor Jane Payne said...

Hello library. Or gym. Or anywhere but home.

The only way I know to recover is to go back to bed with a good book.

Neighbor Jane Payne said...

Ooops. Forgot to say, "Bummers. I feel badly for you."

Cali said...

Does one ever recover?

I don't think Shackleton or his crew ever really recovered. I bet they ALWAYS felt fear rise as the temperature dropped.

Then again, maybe this all ties back in to your post on winters in Rexburg being a lot like childbirth. You better reward yourself with something so you can get those endorphin levels up. Go kiss a boy.

Just Kidding. Go buy yourself a J Crew sweater instead.

Love,
Cali

Ande Payne said...

Mom,

Thank you.

Cali,

Why not both?

Julie said...

I hope you warm up soon. I agree with your mom, go back to bed with a good book and a thick quilt. Becka just got accepted to BYUI so she will be freezing with you soon. I'll be sure to send lots of quilts.

Lyle and Mary: said...

BRRRRR!!
They say what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. By the time you leave Iceberg you will no doubt be one tough girl.
Cali is right by the sweater. I'm sure they have overnight delivery.

Deidra said...

When my water heater broke, I showered at my neighbors! Worse week ever!