Ugh! The smells.... the font fight
The font fight again! Finally the right part has been located for the downstairs furnace. Now the fun begins... connecting the gas line. This part always makes me a nervous wreck.. I can smell the least little escape of gas of course this is a good thing because DH cannot smell it all. So my job is to smell and worry and smell some more. I am good at my job. But tonight the smell is lingering a bit too long for me. I don't mind not having heat down here... it isn't that cold. The fireplace can be started and yes the smoke smell makes me nervous but not as nervous as the gas smell :) I sometimes chalk the nervous bit up to him being a bit of a daredevil and taking unnecessary risks. Like flying a helicopter upside down... hey I don't care if he took first place in England in '86. Some things just aren't worth the risk! Okay so there's no helicopter involved right now. But there is a history of buzzing the house, running without checking the fuel, and other...