Hell didn't freeze over, but the south most certainly has.
While it's most certainly much, much colder in other parts of the country, I can't help but sit and wallow in misery as the temperatures drop into the 60s... inside my house. Yes, this early January cold front has left me bitter. It's not because of the climate, but more so because J-Fed once again lured me into the mousetrap with a small nibble of cheese and a whole lot of whine.
2009 was a year of ups and downs, but mostly ups. For the most part, J-Fed has been on his best behavior. He's paid his child support, and then some. He's been very active in the girls' lives. All in all, he's been part of the solution instead of being part of the problem. Don't get me wrong -- he still has his moments, albeit they're few and fleeting these days.
Of course, it just so happens this was one of those weeks. It started about five days ago, just as old man winter blew through town. Living in the tropics, J-Fed was no different than most people, who've rarely kicked on their heat. So when a cold freeze moved down through the south, he was shell-shocked to find that his newish townhome had no heat.
My phone rang about 9 p.m., hot on the heels of the front's arrival.
"Dude, I have no heat," he cried. "It's arctic in here."
I felt for him, I really did. In fact, it was mighty chilly in my own house. I was holding out until the last moment before kicking the heat on, as I didn't want my allergies to flare up.
"Did you call the A/C guy?" I asked. I wasn't really certain what he expected me to do. Last time I checked, the word furnace wasn't tattooed on my ass. Sure, I was full of hot air, but it wasn't like I was going to keep him warm... that's what the the T.O.W.ster (the other woman) was for. Sure I felt bad for him, but a little chill to the bone would do him good.