It is 91 degrees outside today. It’s hot. It’s very hot, but oh no, we don’t use air conditioning. When you ask my mom to turn on the AC, it’s like you asked her the most awful question; her face and whole attitude changes. Asking her to turn on the AC is like asking can I harm one of your children. It’s a serious thing. The first day I was home alone once I got back she called and said
“Brittany can you go check the thermostat?”
“What does it say?”
“Okay, good. Now don’t touch it! I’m serious. I have it set to keep my electricity bill down.”
“Mom, it’s hot in the house….”
“I don’t care. Turn the fan on. Y’all don’t pay the electricity, so it’s to stay right there and I mean it. Don’t bother my air conditioning.”
And she meant it. Mind you, Charlotte was out of town at the time. Something went off in her head to call me and remind me not to touch the air conditioning. If she came home and the air was set to anything less than 83 degrees, it would be on and poppin. She would probably send a collection plate around the house to collect the difference in her bill from one month to the next. We aren’t ballin or anything, but we certainly are comfortable and my mom acts like this bill is the deal breaker. She celebrates a low bill and strives to make the next one even lower. So what does that mean for us? Lights out, sucka! Last summer it was set to 87, maybe we’re bringing in a little more money or something since we got the upgrade to 83.
One of the rules when I got home was I wasn’t going to run up her electricity bill. That’s a deal breaker. When she found out my work schedule she said oh good now you won’t be at home tearing everything up and running up my electricity bill. She bought this like super fan that she advises us to sit in front of if we are warm. I asked could I move it to the basement…World War III. I won’t even go into all of that. Basically she told me it’s not hot down there and she doesn’t care what I say. Her house, her rules right?
Then she got in my car and told me to turn my AC on from my $3.46 gas.. Tuh!
I love that woman.