Furnace

So our furnace is down, as I eluded to in the last post...

Last fall, it never came on. My husband tried to fix it but he needs a part that can only be purchased by a certified heating and cooling expert. I asked him if he wanted me to call someone but he said no, that he would take care of it. I told him there was no hurry, but I would like to have it fixed before the 2 degree weather froze the pipes in January.

Now it is January and it is 2 degrees and the furnace still sits idle. Not too big a deal because we only set it at 60 or so anyway (so Bailey and the pipes don't freeze when we aren't home) and we use the fireplace for the majority of our heat. I haven't complained, though. I haven't nagged or said "I told you so."

So it was kinda funny the other day when I commented that it was cold. "I know, I know, I'm sorry, you were right..." I look at him, shocked. First because it practically takes an act of God for him to admit he was wrong, second because I had no idea what he was talking about. Then I remembered our conversation last fall about the furnace.

"I wasn't complaining... it was just an observation."

"Oh"