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Fail 2: Electric Boogaloo
Aug. 24th, 2011 10:14 amAfter some strong storms over the weekend, an actual cold front finally found its way here from Canada and we've had our windows open for three whole days now. Not only is this better for our spirits and the electric bill, we think it has noticeably helped Zoey with her cat asthma. For two straight nights, we fell asleep in blissful coolness, and I even found that the central fan was making the house too cool overnight, so I shut it off.
Until last night, that is. Round 9:30, I was puttering in the kitchen, and it seemed hotter than it had been. A quick peek at the thermostat said it was back up to 77F, but it still seemed fairly dry, so I just put the fan back on. Yet during the night, again, it seemed a bit chilly.
First thing this morning, feeding the animals, I went to grab the dog food from over the oven. Hmmmm. Seems pretty toasty there.
Yup. Last one to bed to turn out the lights, aka Dumbass, aka Me, had never noticed that Eleanor had turned the oven on to bake some clay jewelry and never turned it off. Fortunately, she never got as far as the jewelry actually going in. THAT conflagration, I might've actually noticed:P
And the Electric Boogaloo part of this story? Eleanor also has a free-standing fan that she uses in her workspace, where the central air doesn't really do much to cool things. Dumbass had also left THAT on all night.
To which fact I replied, "Well, hell, we had to do SOMETHING to cool down the oven running all night:P"
I've often repeated the Steven Wright joke about putting a humidifier and a dehumidifier in the same room and letting them fight it out. Now, though, I've actually done it:P
FML. Or, rather, preheat it to 275 first and then FML.
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On the bright side, I also got the cute sight this morning of Tazzer, our oldest cat, semi-sleeping next to a still-asleep wife, wrapping half of his tuchus in one of her bedsheets and looking entirely like he was preparing for a Toga party.
And last night, delivering money for our block party, I met two of our newer neighbors. Jeff is the two-legged one, but his buddy with four paws looked enough like Tasha, our oldest dog, for me to doubletake and be sure she hadn't slipped out. She was actually a he, an adorable mix of Lab and Shepherd (like ours), and with the same brown-with-white-paw coloring, but also with some Pit mixed in and a big white chesty splotch that ours doesn't have. He was playful and adorable and I'm sure he'll get lost and find his way over here sometime, like all the other dogs in the 'hood seemingly do at one time or another.
Until last night, that is. Round 9:30, I was puttering in the kitchen, and it seemed hotter than it had been. A quick peek at the thermostat said it was back up to 77F, but it still seemed fairly dry, so I just put the fan back on. Yet during the night, again, it seemed a bit chilly.
First thing this morning, feeding the animals, I went to grab the dog food from over the oven. Hmmmm. Seems pretty toasty there.
Yup. Last one to bed to turn out the lights, aka Dumbass, aka Me, had never noticed that Eleanor had turned the oven on to bake some clay jewelry and never turned it off. Fortunately, she never got as far as the jewelry actually going in. THAT conflagration, I might've actually noticed:P
And the Electric Boogaloo part of this story? Eleanor also has a free-standing fan that she uses in her workspace, where the central air doesn't really do much to cool things. Dumbass had also left THAT on all night.
To which fact I replied, "Well, hell, we had to do SOMETHING to cool down the oven running all night:P"
I've often repeated the Steven Wright joke about putting a humidifier and a dehumidifier in the same room and letting them fight it out. Now, though, I've actually done it:P
FML. Or, rather, preheat it to 275 first and then FML.
----
On the bright side, I also got the cute sight this morning of Tazzer, our oldest cat, semi-sleeping next to a still-asleep wife, wrapping half of his tuchus in one of her bedsheets and looking entirely like he was preparing for a Toga party.
And last night, delivering money for our block party, I met two of our newer neighbors. Jeff is the two-legged one, but his buddy with four paws looked enough like Tasha, our oldest dog, for me to doubletake and be sure she hadn't slipped out. She was actually a he, an adorable mix of Lab and Shepherd (like ours), and with the same brown-with-white-paw coloring, but also with some Pit mixed in and a big white chesty splotch that ours doesn't have. He was playful and adorable and I'm sure he'll get lost and find his way over here sometime, like all the other dogs in the 'hood seemingly do at one time or another.