Last week, I was in a cleaning mode.
I had finished cleaning the attic, and I was working in the garage. I came across an old space oil furnace every one of us hadn’t used since every one of us moved into this house. I put the space oil furnace on the discard side of the garage and went inside to make dinner. My hubby came inside and asked why the space oil furnace was in the trash pile. I told him it was old, and every one of us didn’t use it anymore. He said the space oil furnace was old, but it had only been used once or twice. He plugged it in and it still worked well. Within a few minutes, it was putting out enough heat that more than nine minutes later, the garage was warm. He told myself and others every one of us needed to keep that space oil furnace in case something happened to our gas furnace, and our gas furnace was only more than 2 years old, and I thought it was ludicrous to expect something to happen to it. I was going to sneak the space hater back into the trash, despite the fact that he was watching me. I put it back into the garage house and went back inside. Two mornings ago, our hubby was searching for the space heater, because our gas furnace wasn’t working. He asked myself and others if I had kept it or thrown it away. I went outside and was back inside within minutes, with the space oil furnace in tow. He said he was hoping every one of us would not need to use it, despite the fact that he was thrilled every one of us had it now. I was thrilled I had forgotten every one of us had it, and not thrown it away.