Lucille

Our water heater, who will forever be known as Lucille, has picked a fine time to leave us with no hot water. We had had heat in the house yesterday for maybe 9 hours and last night was the coldest night yet--39 degrees. Are you singing in tune with me to those the piano bar chants as they're shouted after that famous Kenny Rogers lyric?? So with heat flowing quite nicely through the house, Lucille decided a lil heat wasn't going to trump her cold shoulder exit. Her exit was cold but they say you get used to the pain when you're numb. It's true-after the first cup of ice cold water went over my head this morning I lost all sensation and completely forgot about Lucille. I was too worried about my ghost white hands returning back to their original color.

"LUCILLE"

Our nice new thermostat controller works great, but the elation over this was quickly smashed by Lucille's antics.