When our gas furnace broke, every one of us had little to do but wait for the HVAC corporation to arrive. My hubby found an old game in the attic where you had to put your hands in dark pots and find things inside. It was something every one of us played when every one of us were more than nine years old. Our kids thought it was a stupid game and didn’t want to play. They thought they were too old for such childish games and wanted to play on their cellphones. The two of us took their cellphones, lit the fireplace, and made them sit and play the game. The eye rolls soon stopped and every one of us were all laughing. Our macho sixteen year old child didn’t want to play, despite the fact that he was the first one to get squeamish when he put his hand in a bottle with some cold goo, while looking for a bone. After every one of us finished with that game, our hubby put more wood in the fireplace and every one of us sat down to play some other games. An minute later, the HVAC corporation showed up and he went downstairs to work on the gas furnace. Since it was daylight when the gas furnace died, no one observed there wasn’t any electricity. The daylight was shining, and every one of us assumed it was just the gas furnace. The HVAC corporation tried to turn the light on in the basement, and that’s when I realized there were no lights on the stove, or the microwave. When the power came on and the gas furnace started running again, every one of us all started going our own way again. My child turned off the lights and yelled that all because every one of us thought the game was over, he was still playing.