It's not that we don't have heat, it's just that I'm not the one in charge of the thermostat. It seems to work out easier that way -- I don't mind sleepin' with socks & sweatpants on if it means I'm gettin' b!tched at a little less.
"You Kids Stay Away From That! Don't You Dare Touch The Thermostat!!!"
Well, okay, I'm almost thirty now, I might be able to get away with it -- but I still usually leave it alone and just don't mess with it. I don't move it, anyway...
In the summer, when it starts gettin' a little warm in the house, I've been known to use a little trick my middle brother showed me. Put your hands on the wall and your mouth to your hands; think hot thoughts and blow hot air into the thermostat -- it tricks the AC into coming on. And hey, when Mom yells about it, it's totally honest to say "I didn't touch it!!!"
I thought about fixin' a cup of ice to trick it into some heat last night, but to tell ya the truth, it was a lot easier to just grab those sweatpants and get back under the blanket. Uh, yeah, I guess I'm too lazy to open a door & walk six feet to the thermostat -- but that would've put me in the cold air a lot longer than the two feet I had to reach across to get my warm pants!
See? I'm not lazy, I'm a thinker.
More later... _\,,/