You Rock!

My office is evidence of a tear in the time-space continuum. Apparently it has a rip that allows air flow from the Ice Age to blast on through. Even in the summer it is uncomfortably cold, which means I never have people stay in my office whining or complaining for any length of time. But it also means that I am freezing most of the time to the point my joints ache and hypothermia is a real danger.

It also means that I complain about being cold at work. Not that I have actually done anything about it because I – like many moms – have difficulty buying things for myself and because I come from a “suck it up” mentality. I mean in our house we have four standard responses to complaints about not feeling well: take some ibuprofen, drink lots of water, sleep with your head propped up, and/or put some ice on it.

Yesterday in the middle of a meeting, DeOnna from the front office interrupts with a gigantic package. What the heck? Upon opening it I find…wait for it…a space heater! From my husband!

Dan Fritts you rock my world!