Wednesday, November 05, 2008

March of the Penguins or, "Why the English's Don't Have Heat"


Last night I slept in my warmest pajama pants, one of my dad's old sweat shirts, Nik's socks, under a big quilt with the space heater going. Nik slept in his G's. I guess he is just warmer blooded than me. Lucky.


Turns out our furnace has cracks in it. Cracks that leak gas into our apartment. And probably have been for over a year. Yay. (and yes, we have a carbon monoxide detector, and no, it was not plugged in.) So it was a long cold night with our gas shut off. And who knows when it will be back on. That responsibility falls with the management of Spring Hollow Apartments. So we may have heat by April.






Any one have some hand warmers?

5 comments:

Hilary said...

Ah, too bad! I hate being cold. I have a super magical down comforter that kicks cold's butt. You could borrow it while you're waiting for a fix if you want, it's just packed up in the garage!

Kathy said...

I'm so glad that you didn't try to light it!

Kathy said...

I'm so glad that you didn't try to light it!

Audrey said...

That sucks about your heater! I'd call management every day until it's fixed, or ask for a discount on your monthly rent because you shouldn't have to freeze to death at night!

Mimi said...

Well by state law they have to fix it in 48 hours or they have to give you massive compensation. I am so sorry you are freezing