Particularly on Sunday mornings during the winter, I used to put my feet on the furnace vent and cover them with my furry blanket. The trick was to keep your head outside the blanket and to seal off any other holes where the warm air could leak so the blanket would fill up in a balloon like fashion. Oh and since it was on Sunday you could try to sneak the comics before your sister or brother. Comics were just better when you're the first one to read them. I don't mean that in a cutesy way, I just prefer my paper stiff and crisp and still retaining a fresh paper smell.
Remember the comic strip classics? Calvin and Hobbes, Mother Goose and Grimm, Far Side, Foxtrot, and of course Garfield(Jim Davis is a genius).
...and...Remember the really lame ones? Family Circus (how many times can you draw a trail that a snot nosed kid makes?!), Prince Valiant (need I say more?), For better or For Worse (may be the most awful...), and Sally (never even touched it).
Snooz!......The only reason for reading these "comics" (they're borderline if that) was to prolong the furnace vent/comic indulgence scenario.
Here's what I used to do: I would would put on a big night shirt and then sit over the vent with my knees pulled in to my chest. I stretched the shirt over my knees and then tucked it under my feet. After I got my arms inside the shirt, I was good to go :)
ReplyDeleteOh, and I HATE Family Circus!
Mmm I love the vent. Except there was only one good one in the house, in the living room next to the tv. And mom would always wake up so early and get it, so we'd try to beat her. And then when Emily and I would be under the same blanket, we'd fight over whose feet got to be directly over the vent...
ReplyDeleteSo peaceful...
someday your prints will come HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. ha. oh man. ha.
ReplyDeleteI remember you hogging the vents and the comics.
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