It's supposed to be a cold winter and heating costs are supposed to go through the roof. How far can you turn down the heat before the pipes burst? At what temperature will Sophie turn into a Sophsicle? I won't buckle under and buy her a snowsuit. She'll have to make due with blankets. As for my meat-locker cube at work, I'm considering the stuffed-animal pants. (Doesn't some guy in the Red Hot Chili Peppers have these pants?) They might not be pretty but sometimes you have to set fashion aside. (Care2 has some good suggestions about how to keep heating costs down.)On a related note, I'm sure Chevron and Exxon are already feeling the pinch. I'm carpooling a couple of days a week now. Power to the people!
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You go, Girlzilla! Yay for carpools. Imagine if more Americans broke the addiction to fossil fuels: lowered pollution, no wars for oil, getting to know our neighbors and co-workers during commutes, and more green space. Yay, Girlzilla! You rock!
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