My sister and her husband split up for the sixth time last week.
The first thing she did was call and ask if she could move in with me.
I loved my sister, but I had enough living with her when we were home with our parents. She was a thermostat hog. She was constantly 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. 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 we lived at home. Mom said I should be a good sister, and let her come to my house. She was sure she would only be there a short time. If I was worried 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 HVAC 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 worried so much about my sister. True to mom’s prediction, my sister didn’t even make it out of her home before she was calling to tell me she and her husband weren’t breaking up. I breathed a sigh of relief that my HVAC system was safe, but I knew it was only a matter of time before I got another phone call.
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