Revenge is best served in a sauna.

I came home from work today to find people dressed in tshirts and shorts while sitting in the living room. Then I realized, holy cow, it’s a sweat box in here! I head to the nearest thermostat to check. It has been set to an extra crispy, 77 degrees. This the need for shorts inside during January.

If you are wondering who here wants to drain my bank account via outrageous gas bill, it was that kid, “Not Me.” Again. If I had a quarter for each time someone living here, under the age of 20, or married to me, (I’m kidding, maybe), said, “ I dunno”, “Not me”, or any other less than creative variation of avoiding responsibility, I’d be at a spa someplace.

Based on the number of disgruntled and historically frozen teenagers here, it is anyone’s guess who actually cranked it way up. Again, no one is claiming responsibility. That said, some of the expressions I got when I asked, i tells me I know which teenager did it. It was also obvious that the goal was to get even with the one that had been setting it to 50. I’m not sure cooking your sibling and EVERYONE else in the house is the type of revenge your typical evil mastermind would select, but I’ve had plenty more years to develop this skill than my counterpart.

Thanks to technology, there is now a passcode on all the thermostats. Hopefully this prevents those not actually paying the gas bill, from setting the thermostat to broil. How long until I’m not home and poor hubby is locked out of the temperature setting? This code is just another pain in the butt for me, that saves me a pain in the butt via teenage terrorist. That happens to be a fairly regular theme here.