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My New Best Friend

Meet Mr. Heater.  He is my new best friend.

Mr. Heater

Mr. Heater

I know I live in Florida, and people assume that it stays warm year-around, but it doesn’t.  Although we don’t experience the frigid temperatures that the northern states do, we still get cold.

You would never guess, from the following pictures I took yesterday afternoon, that I actually had to use Mr. Heater that night.

Sunset on the Florida Gulf Coast

Sunset on the Florida Gulf Coast

The clouds look so cool!

The clouds look so cool!

Mr. AuburnChick and I headed out to watch Soccer Chick’s high school soccer game.  We left around 3:30pm.  The game was two hours away and was scheduled to begin at 7pm.  I knew it would be cold.  The fields were located across the street from the beach where the wind makes it feel even colder.

This was the inaugural unveiling of the heater.  Last Christmas, Mr. AuburnChick had wrapped it and put it under the tree for me knowing how I freeze during games.  I am famously known for being cold-natured.  I never did use it that winter, being slightly embarrassed to carry it to the games.  However, I’ve decided that I really do not care what people think.  I want to be warm.  I accomplished that last night.

Sitting in front of the heater was like sitting in front of a campfire.  It emits a lot of heat…even on low.  It runs on a small propane tank.  You can buy more of these marvelous tanks of fuel at nearly any store.  I plan on buying them by the case because I’ll be on the fields four nights a week with both of the kids playing.

The heater has another benefit.  It draws other people to you.  During the second half of the game, a couple of gals saw that I wasn’t shivering, and then they noticed the heater.  I invited them over, and we all squooshed together.  I felt like the most popular girl in the class.  I proudly announced, “Look Soccer Chick, I have friends…and they’re real…not just on the internet!”  My friends laughed and assured me that I had friends long before I introduced them to Mr. Heater.

Mr. Heater will be accompanying me to many games this year.  We’re gonna be tight…I am sure of that.  It’s a friendship made in heaven.