last evening, before my wife got home, i battled with my furnace, and lost. as i was trying to forget the cold, my wife came home and immediately went to the closet and put on a sweater. after dawning ample protection from the encroaching chill, she proceeded to "encourage me" to fix the furnace.
after researching my brand for a bit online, and realized that furnaces don't ever work right, i slowly headed for the garage to tackle the beast. my game plan that was formed while reading stuff online immediately evaporated as i uncovered the cover plate providing access to the guts of the monster.
i wiggled some stuff, tapped others testing to see if they would electrocute me, blew some dust of some wire, and replaced the cover. this was the proverbial "kicking the tires." i went the the circuit breaker board, threw on the power, and... wouldn't cha' know... it worked!
i triumphantly strutted into the kitchen and announced to my wife that i had fulfilled my manly duties for the evening and she should proceed with dinner and squelch the conversation. she did the former and laughed at the latter.
i was happy to be warm and full.
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