Coldest day of the year...furnace goes out.

Conversation with wife early yesterday evening:

wife:  "It's cold in the house, why isn't the furnace working?"


me: "Hummmm...dunno, let me check it out."  (vision of big honkin repair bill)


me:  "The pilot light on the furnace is out!"  (crap...I'm sure I paid the bill)


wife:  "How did the pilot light go out?"  (in a tone of voice that says it's my fault)


me:  "The wind must of come down the vent pipe and snuffed it out."  (best I could come up with considering the pressure I was under.  Hurriedly checked that the gas was flowing into the house by testing the gas fireplace, bbq and meter outside.  All good)


wife:  "Do we need to call a repair man?"  (lets see now...after hours, freezing cold, furnace out, EMERGENCY repair...$$$$$$.  That would be a no)


me:   "I AM the repair man and can certainly relight the pilot."  (in a tone that suggests confidence but with copious quantities of bullshit lathered in)


wife:  "There must be a number on the furnace to call, give it to me."  (wife is no fool)


me:  "I've got this...give me a minute."  (after turning the knob on the gas regulator to the off position as per the instructions, it got stuck there and would not turn to the pilot setting.  My life passed before my eyes) 


wife:  "I'm getting a sweater."  (wife then opens the oven door, cranks it up to 400 degrees then snuggles up with the dogs and a paper)


me:  (After several attempts the knob finally cooperates and I get the furnace going again.  Walk up to room where wife is)  "Done...up and running again."  (I say smugly)


Wife is beaming.  My reward?  An extra pressed chicken cutlet for dinner.  No snuggle, no sex no nothing.   

What I was hoping for.

Or even this.

Got this.