...and inside. Why you ask?
We ran out of oil. And they can't deliver more until Wednesday.
How did this happen?
Simple....my wonderful husband was in the hospital. He's the oil guru. He & the furnace have this relationship that I don't understand. I don't even go IN the basement. I don't even know what the furnace looks like, never mind how to tell if there's any oil left in it.
Oops. Big time. It got cold in here this afternoon & he took a gander @ the fuel gauge. Then I got the phone call while on my way to a meeting. Here's how that went:
"Hon...umm...we ran out of oil"
"Oil?" (here's where I'm praying he means Crisco or something. God must have been listening to his iPod instead of me at this point)
"Yeah. I called all over & the soonest I can get someone is Wednesday."
"Wonderful. How cold is it in the house?"
"I can still feel my toes" (this is a plus until I remember that I'm the one with perpetually cold feet)
"Well, guess we'll have to stick it out, maybe pick up some space heaters or something" (this is the part in a sit com where you'd hear the canned laughter. You'll see why in a minute)
"OK hon. Look honey I'm real sorry"
"Sweetie, it's ok, you were in the hospital" (and I'm not mad @ him, truly. Not now anyway. My feet still have feeling in them. My nose is a different story)
"Oh and hon?"
"The cheapest I could get the oil was $1.97 a gallon. OK, have a good meeting. I loooovvveee you"
And so off I go to my meeting. One that was hot, crowded & tiring. I should have savored the heat while I had it, I know. To top it all off I made the supreme mistake of wearing the shoes from Hell. 10 hours in them made me feel like one of those women in China with the bound feet. I make my break for it & am working my way home by 7:30 PM.
I hit WalMart first, incorrectly assuming that, since they're WalMart they would have small heaters. Wal Mart is ...well they're WALMART for Chrissakes. They have EVERYTHING.
Wal Mart disappointed me. As did K Mart, Tractor Supply Co, Ollies, Big Lots & Kuzan's Hardware. By now, my feet are screaming at me, I'm starving (oh, by the way, have I mentioned that I'm on a fucking DIET, too??? Yeah....diet. I'm a masochist, I know) & for some reason my right arm is killing me (I think from the scarf that I had to frog last night). Plus now I gotta go home where it's cold & there's no hot water. And if that weren't bad enough....I have cramps.
So, here we are...just chillin'.