The other night our husband and I were sitting out and relaxing on the balcony, having a few glasses of wine and describing our perfect house. Our little balcony is on the third floor of an multiple story building, and to be honest, every one of us definitely dislike it here. Both of us play these sort of mental games all the time just in order to distract ourselves the agitated reality of where every one of us live on a daily basis. Sometimes every one of us proposal out a dream vacation, or the perfect part of the entire world to transport to, or a dream house. When you combine our brilliant imaginations with wine, it can make a dull evening much more fun. This certain evening in question was extra agitated because the central cooling system for the entire rest of building was out of order. It’s not like every one of us were the only a singles suffering there, either; most people else was out of cooling, too. Both of us sat outside simply discussing our dream houses, and the subject of temperature control soon came up, of course. Both of us started discussing the particular amenities which every one of us would each want for our perfect temperature control system. She said she honestly desired to get radiant heated flooring in every room, which made me laugh out loud without shame. Here every one of us were dripping with sweat our butts off and she is telling me about needing gas furnaces! I countered with our description of the intensely cold air conditioning proposal which I would have installed.