It never fails. Every time I come home for a visit, my family and I engage in a war of the thermostat. It doesn't matter the season, we can never agree on a temperature. The rest of the family seems to possess some gene that always makes them cold, even in 70 degree weather. I do not have this gene, so naturally we disagree on a comfortable temperature. What bothers me most about the whole thing though is that my sister will complain about being cold, but she will be wearing hoochie shorts and a tank top...umm...maybe if you put some clothes on you would be a little warmer, especially in the winter.
This past winter break, I woke up every morning to a house that was at least 75 degrees. When I went to bed at night, it was a comfortable 62 degrees. Every one in my house claims that it was too cold and that's why they turned it up. I know it's Minnesota and the winters can be harsh, but seriously, it doesn't need to be up that high. They are also forgetting the fact that I was the only one home during the day; 2 of them went to work while the other trudged her bratty butt off to school, so it shouldn't have mattered what the temperature was. It's a waste of money, plain and simple. I have mentioned this several times, but it doesn't seem to get through to them.
The war is typically between my sister and me (though sometimes my mom likes to side with my sister). I am home for Easter and the war has begun. My sister just came out of her room and turned up the heat...to 70 degrees...unacceptable. Of course, as soon as she shut the door to her room, I turned it off. I have a feeling the battle is going to continue over the next 3 days and it's a battle that I am prepared to fight until the death. I have never lost a war of the thermostat yet and it's not about to happen now.
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