Last week, I proudly declared myself as king of my home.
My kids were getting tired of my saying that I was the dictator and sole ruler of my home, so now I am the king.
I am the high monarchy and there are nothing but peons and his Queen that could live in our house. My wife laughed at me when I sat down and told her, “Woman, you may serve my meal now.” She informed me she was Queen and not his serving wench. The kids were in their bedroom making me a crown and a staff. I really don’t think any of them took me seriously. I had to come down off my throne when I found out there was a problem with my HVAC system. My wife asked me what I wanted his royal subjects to do to help, and I told her to stay out of my way. If there was one thing I hated, it was needing to worry about someone else when I was working. I tried to figure out what was wrong with the furnace, but I was at a loss. I finally gave up and called the HVAC company. I told them what I was hearing and smelling coming from the furnace and the air vents. The HVAC technician told me he could be at the house in an hour. When he showed up, he told me that the problem was in the ductwork and not in the furnace. There was a lot of dust and dirt in the ductwork that was causing the odor. The sounds were coming from the air, out of the small cracks that were in the ductwork.
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