Thursday, October 1, 2009

Chilly WIth A Chance Of Maple Syrup

Jimmy Peek
Well, hello, October! It was cold--COLD--last night, and we woke up to a crop of dead tomato plants and an alarmingly frigid toilet seat.

I caved and flipped on the heat for the first time since April, and when the furnace roared forth, it pumped that hot, metallic, burning-dust-odor through the house, like an electric burner left on too long.

Jimmy padded into the room, inhaled deeply, and said brightly, "Mmmmmm. Smells like PANCAKES!"

Jimmy Smiles
He's my favorite knucklehead.

12 comments:

Hay said...

Oh yeah. He's da man.

The Girl Next Door said...

I decided I hand out sweatshirts instead of turning on the heat. Me? Cheap? Really?

Chris said...

I turned on our heat for the first time since... I can't remember when, but I didn't have a cute commenter.

Smelled funny here, but felt sooo good. Your knucklehead is very, very cute. :-)

Lisa Wheeler Milton said...

Knucklehead is right.

Your Knucklehead is on to something.

The Green Stone Woman said...

I haven't turned on the heat in the apartment yet. The neighbors are keeping me warm so far. With a little bit of luck, I can wait until November. I do wish it would smell like pancakes here.

Ms. Lea 李女士 said...

We actually had our first fire in the fireplace since it's been so cold.......that smelled funny too!!
Can I just say I am so happy to see you here writing again :)

AmyJo said...

Oh yes, my heat has done been flipped. The way I figure, that's why God invented furnaces! :) And I love that smell. People have always looked at me a bit peculiar when I admit it. When asked what it is I like, I could only think "it means the holidays are coming?!" Now I have an answer with authority, "Pancakes."

J. said...

What you be puttin' in those pancakes, girlfriend?

Freezing here in the Northeast, too, and likewise flipped the heat on yesterday.

Paging autumn.... Come back!

Melanie said...

I think it's because the hot vent air smelled like the electric skillet we use for pancake cooking. Like I said, he's a sweet little knucklehead.

Mrs. G. said...

I can see why.

Stu said...

You should check for any old flapjacks that may have gotten stuck in your vents. You never know what kids will hide...

I Am Very Mary said...

At least it didn't smell like defrosting tomato plants or warmed-over toilet seat.