by Julie Chen Allen
In an effort to move our kids to a better school zone, I’ve been trying to pinch more pennies for a new home. I guess I should have included my dear husband in the planning phase of this endeavor, but why take way the element of surprise in our relationship?
It first started with the thermostat battle. My hubby swears I set it on “hell”-degrees, but I swore I was freezing and promised it was only a couple of degrees higher. He wanted it on 78 and I pushed it up to 80. We compromised and settled on 79. A few weeks later, I raised it up to 81 and he wanted it on 79. We compromised and settled on 80. Those two little degrees saves me nearly $10 a month. Oh, my hunny bunny will sweat a little, but he’ll thank me a lot later.