Apparently the polar vortex that has descended upon, like, 50% of the US has rendered the pump on our heating unit useless because the water has frozen in it. Which means, TADA!, no heat from the upstairs unit. We are blessed, despite being hetherns on occasion, and the downstairs unit has been working double-time to keep us warm through the night...just to be sure, though, J slept with 5 pairs of socks on. No shit.
As I was headed to the attic to work on this little problem (might I insert here that it totally messes with my head that when I am in the attic I am technically about 4 stories above ground?), my husband informed me he would take care of it because I usually do all the "handyman" stuff around here. The reason for this is not because he is not capable or is a wuss. He wears Kevlar for a living, so he's good with the whole manhood business. In truth, I like that stuff. I grew up with my daddy tinkering 24-7, so it's my comfort zone.
So, since it's a balmy 1 degree outside right now, which means our attic is maybe 10 degrees, I thought, "Ya know what? Let him have this one." Which is how this picture came to be...
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| Want to know what a blow dryer won't do? It won't thaw ice when it's 10 degrees. |
Sitting in the frigid attic in his Bigfoot suit with the blow dryer (hair dryer?) desperately trying to thaw the line.
Twenty minutes later? Ice-1 Man-0
Be aware, Polar Vortex, your ass is outta here tomorrow!
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