Sometimes people make fun of me for being over prepared everywhere I go, but I think that they are foolish for being so brash that they assume they’ll never need back up gear. That’s exactly how people get killed in horror movies. Not me, I’m going to be the main character whose continually prepared for the worst and ready to lead the less precautionary band of survivors to safety. Anyways, that’s my goal in life. I always wanted to have preparations on hand for anything that could possibly go wrong. That’s why, when I was headed up to my grandparents house up North, I decided it was a good idea to pack my full set of winter gear. I never know if I’m going to run into some car trouble along the way and get stranded on the side of the road. At that point, you truly want warm winter gear or else you are at the mercy of strangers to pick you up and let you enjoy their indoor Heat. Outside of bunking with a stranger, you won’t find adequate heating and you will die from hypothermia. No thank you. I threw my snowsuit into the car and congratulated myself for thinking of the perilous Heating and Cooling situation that awaited. As much as I worried about the freezing cold car ride, I never considered that there could be more air temperature drama once I arrived at my destination. Apparently, Grandpa had stopped utilizing his central forced air furnace this year. He had been operating a small electric fireplace I’m sleeping in the living room every night. You better believe, that snow suit came in handy when I was sleeping in the unheated guest bedroom.