Feb. 21st, 2010

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Of all the things I don't recommend, I can now say that I'd add "Wake up to find the furnace isn't working" to the list.

OY! Luckily, it was only about 64 degrees in the house; I don't think the overnight temperatures were hideously low, THANK GOD. A cranky furnace coupled with burst pipes would have lead to a complete meltdown. As it is, the hubs and I wrung our collective hands and then called the Sears furnace guys. And then...wait for it...hilarity ensued!

I called Sears. They have an emergency line, but you leave a message then they call you back. Again, it was cold but not bone-chilling in the house, so I was content to wait. Hubs isn't feeling well, so he needed IMMEDIATE ACTION, LIKE NOW and OH MY GOD WHY HAVEN'T THEY CALLED BACK!? He turned the oven on and opened the door to heat the house while we waited. At 400 degrees, no kidding. And it worked.

Women are the weaker sex? [insert MASSIVE eyeroll here]

It had been about an hour with no callback, so I called Atlas Butler. They advertise on TV a lot and have an A+ Better Business rating, so I felt safe calling them. Same situation: leave a message, we'll call you back. After I made the calls I gave The Man the phone, figuring he could take over from there. Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

To make a long and completely unbelievably tangled story short, the spousely wires got crossed. Sears called to give us a quote for coming out. Hubs said, "Cool!" A few minutes later we got another call. Hubs said no, don't come out, we have another guy coming. My ears did that swiveling satellite dish thing, sensing a disturbance in the force, and I asked who had called. Aiiiiii! He thought he was canceling Atlas Butler, but he'd just called to cancel Sears, who had previously called to say they were on the way.

Anyone who's read my previous husbandly entries is probably wondering why I'm still married to this man.

It seemed to take me forever to find the links I'd followed online to get the emergency numbers for both places, but I ended up calling Atlas Butler and saying something completely goofy like, uh, I think your guy might be coming out but we don't want him to because we have another guy coming and my husband may have cancelled the wrong service call, could you check to see if your guy is on the way?

Then I had to do the same thing with Sears, except in reverse. Yes, my husband cancelled the service call that he'd just accepted, because he's a man and is therefore a DOOFUS. PLEASE COME FIX MY FURNACE.

But all ended well, and the right guy came out, the other guy didn't, and we were told that while the furnace is pretty much on a walker (it was old when we bought the house), he'd see if he could get it up and running. And he did! Hooray! We're hoping that it will keep on keeping on until the warmer months, when we can get a new one hopefully on sale, and it won't cost half the price of a new car. I now have the luxury of feeling a little warmish, so I just closed the register in the bedroom.

Ahhhhhhhhh. It's the little things.

Also! The neighbor's garage roof collapsed this morning. Given the two above-mentioned not-fun things to choose from, gimme an old, slightly broken but fixable furnace any day.


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