It's Cold; It's Hot

The worst part about being somewhat forgetful is the inability to remember to pay essential bills and stuff getting cut off. I really need to get a bunch of stuff signed up on autopay so I don't have to worry about remembering to pay it. That way, incidents such as yesterday, when the gas was turned off, don't happen again. It was really cold last night; it actually snowed outside, so inside without heat was not all too comfortable. Yeah, we paid it, but by the time we did, it was too late to have it turned on yesterday, so it'll be back on today.

It took some time to decide where to start since the last blog dealt mostly with where the timelines are going, so I figured I would do the present today and go from there on the others as well. As I said yesterday, we're working through illnesses that likely came from meeting with my side of the family, but the Socialite, unlike the other three of us who got hit, bounced back in record time, complaining just today that she can't go to school.

This is a plus with our children. They love school. Even Rock Girl, who is in third grade, hasn't tired of school yet. She doesn't hate going. She's bored, but she enjoys going; she just needs more stimulation. We tried to convince them when she was going into kindergarden that she should be in a higher grade, but they wouldn't listen, and then her second grade teacher asked why we didn't bump her up a grade. Can I understand the eye-rolling of the teachers? Sure. EVERYONE says THEIR kid is the smartest in the world, right? Well, we just have a test to prove it. Hah!

Now, you know how women can always get guys to do what they want by mentioning it? Jeff Foxworthy spoke of this. She says, "I'm cold," and before you know it, you're up adjusting the thermometer. Or in my case, "I left my book in the kitchen," and I'm the one making the trek across the house to fetch said book without another word spoken.

There is a geek extreme to this phenomena. She got her book and opened it up. Well, in the front cover there was a list of books and it appeared that this book was actually number 2 in a series, but she thought it was number one. She commented on this and I looked at the list. It was in alphabetical order. She said the others were always in book order, so before I know it, instead of putting the 4 Saw movies in chronological order (scene by scene; it's fun), I'm on Amazon not only confirming that her book is indeed book one in the series, but making a list in Notepad of that series, the following series, and two other series by the same author. I'd noted about twenty books before I finally figured out that I'd been had. I turn for this comment, and I hear...

"I love you, honey."

God, life is good.