My sister and her hubby split up for the ninth time last week.
The first thing she did was call and ask if she could transport in with me. I loved my sister, even though I had enough living with her when the people I was with and I were home with our parents, and she was a thermostat hog. She was always turning up the thermostat because she would cold, and then she would walk around in shorts and a skimpy tank top. I liked it cooler. I would rather wear a few more clothes than strip down to almost nothing, however before calling her back, I called my parents and asked if they could take her in. Mom and dad knew what she was like when the people I was with and I lived at home. Mom said I should be a superb sister, and let her come to my house. She was sure she would only be there a short time. If I was upset about her using the thermostat and upping the temperature, I could always buy a lock box and put it over the thermostat. I told her thanks and hoped my sister changed her mind and wanted to come to their house. Their Heating and A/C system was newer than mine, and more energy efficient. Mom chuckled, and I heard dad yell he loved me. I hung up on them. I shouldn’t have upset so much about my sister. Tploy to mom’s prediction, my sister didn’t even make it out of her home before she was calling to tell myself and others she and her hubby weren’t breaking up. I breathed a sigh of relief that my Heating and A/C system was safe, even though I knew it was only a matter of time before I got another cellphone call.