geminigirl | (no subject)

We got our heat back on Wednesday. It probably went off Sunday when we had repeated power outages. I'm so used to being cold that I didn't think to mention it to Cayne til Monday night at which point the temperature in the house had dropped to 60. Tuesday, the repair people who were scheduled (I don't know who they were, Cayne called them) never showed up. Tuesday evening, we called PSE&G (the electric/gas people) who came on Wednesday afternoon and were horrified about the state of the boiler. The wiring was apparently not done properly, the transformer which controlled the boiler was blown. So the first thing to do was replace the transformer, which involved rewiring stuff. Then, it turned out, the boiler hadn't been drained (something which is supposed to happen on a weekly basis apparently) in ages, and there was mud in the unit, which had to be cleaned and whatnot. It was quite an adventure, but I was thrilled to have heat on Wednesday.

The fact that he IMd me to see if I wanted to drive to Ottawa tonight. (We thought about it, but realized that it was too far to go today, come back tomorrow so we could be here for Sunday morning's rehersal. We'll either have New Years there or go early next year.)

Sitting on the couch last night giggling with a bag of marshmallows. He makes me laugh and it just feels good, comfortable and nice to be home with him. (I'll spare you the part about stuffing as many marshmallows into our moths as possible-he had about five in his mouth. I had far fewer.)

The way he looked when we were sitting around the kitchen table at my Mom's house belching on command. Yes, this is a vile and disgusting thing, but it happened to come up in conversation while we were playing cards hoow my Mom taught us to do it one night over the dinner table. Cayne just sat there as Mom, little sister, little brother and I tried to out belch either other. Then he tried to participate...I'll teach him how one of these days.

And a bonus fourth that I just remembered...my brother's girlfriend was telling us about how my brother keeps trying to pick her nose. My sister commented that her boyfriend tries to do the same thing. I'm so glad Cayne has never tried to do this to me.

Cayne declared today "Cuddle your Wife Day"-I usually remind him that I'm not technically his wife yet, but I think in favor of observing that day, I'll declare that technicalities don't matter today.
Need to actually sort out the ten wishes meme so I can get it posted.