Cold AND Cheap

It’s cold and I’m cheap. The two are not mutually exclusive – always.

I was reading OnePath and bummed that he took my idea for a blog today, but decided it didn’t hinder me from writing, instead reinforced my current situation.

BRRRR…I’m cold. All. The. Time – it seems.

A handful of years ago, coats weren’t in my vocabulary. Well, that’s not entirely true I do love to buy them, but rarely wore them. My closet is a testament to the many warm, cold negating outerwear I just had to have. It looks good in the closet. The closet is, no doubt, warm. I was the girl you’d see in the dead of winter in shorts and a sweatshirt. I never wore a coat. I figured from the apt to the car – car to the office building – didn’t really require a coat. I was young(er) and apparently had warmer blood. Things have changed. Oh have they changed.

I won’t blame global warming on my own internal thermostat going haywire – I’ll blame age.

Even as I sit here and write this my fingers scream in pain as each tap of the letter from my frozen phalanges hurts. The nerves are frozen. It’s only October for goodness sake. It shouldn’t be that cold. And yet it feels like I’m living in the artic (I suppose there are a few out there who may argue that Washington is – in fact – part of the frozen tundra. I look outside to see if it looks as cold as I feel. It’s sunny, but it has that fall like look to it that tells me it might be a bit crisp out there. Oh and there’s a guy sitting in his convertible with the top down out there, bundled up. Weirdo!

This coldness isn’t new. Last night I got home, walked in the front door and was greeted by the Beast wearing a parka. I believe if I could translate cat – and remove all the cuss words – he was telling me to “Turn on the !#$%^ heat!”

I hate turning on the heat. It’s expensive and I’d much rather spend the extra $150 it’ll cost to heat this apt on say – oh cat parkas, or parkas for closet. Still, I twisted the knob to where I heard the familiar clicking sound that announces the heat has turned on. And I stood to wait for it. You know what I mean. That smell the heat puts out after its not been turned on for months. The burning dust smell. Oh yah, good times.

I changed my clothes into flannel pants and a sweatshirt, grabbed the down couch blanket and settled in for the night. Only then did I realize I was meeting someone for dinner and had to *gasp* change into real clothes. While Megan wouldn’t mind me showing up in flannel PJ bottoms and a sweatshirt; Red Robin may. I removed the frozen cat from my lap (while doing that I giggled to myself about “Frozen Cat on A Stick” – don’t ask!) and changed to go meet Megaroony. Thankfully the car heater hadn’t had too much time to cool down so it warmed up pretty quickly – which heaters do on full blast.

So the apt heater has been unceremoniously turned on. I wasn’t expecting a ticker tape parade or anything, but something more exciting would have been nice.