Anyone who has read this blog lately knows that Josh and I have been playing fantasy football. What you may not know is that it has really sparked our competitive sides. We've started betting on just about everything. From when the neighbor may or may not clean up the trash in their yard to whether or not our favorite band (
Mariachi El Bronx), will play our favorite songs when we see them live. It's gotten to the point where it's probably a little unhealthy.
Our competition has culminated in this ridiculousness: not turning the heat on in the house. We have the minimum thermostat at 56 so the pipes won't freeze, but, other than that, our only heat source is building a fire. The first person to turn the heat on loses, and has to do a lap around the camper in powder at Crystal in just their underwear. It's pretty intense. Here is the temp gauge on our kitchen windowsill.
Our area has been hit with some pretty cold weather recently. The low has been below freezing the past week or so and while we've had sun, the high has been around 50 degrees. This weekend Leonard decided it was actually warmer outside in the sun, than in the house.
One of us has built a fire every day since the weather turned, and it has been an absolute necessity. We still go to bed with sweatpants and sweatshirts on, and wear beanies around the house. Our furnace does not have a fan only setting. In order to get the air moving in our house, you have to turn the heat up by a degree to kick the fan on. This of course would mean losing the bet. So, even with the fire, the heat stays primarily in the main room, despite our elaborate fan system.
Our evenings consist of this often repeated conversation:
"It's awfully cold in here"
"It sure is, you should turn on the heat"
"No, you do it, just one little button, you're closer"
"Go ahead, push it! Please!"
"TURN THE HEAT ON!!"
We've only half-jokingly asked some of our friends to come over and turn the heat on, voiding our bet. Remember how I said unhealthy? Yeah....the following is not usually indoor attire. Look, even Leonard is rolling his eyes at us.
The funniest part of the bet for me is the reasons why neither of us wants to give in. I'm stubborn, and I just want to win. Josh doesn't want to win so much as he wants to see me pay up on the bet. Well, good news friends. Last night Josh gave in, pushed the button, and I win...warmly!