My sister has always been a big blow hard. She needs to have the best of everything, and she can never let anyone else one up her. When we we were growing up, I said that someday I was going to have radiant heated flooring. A couple of weeks ago, she invited me over to her house for dinner. When I got there, all she wanted to do was brag about her radiant heating. It was wonderful and I could feel the heat coming up through my shoes. When I was getting ready to go, the facade lifted. She went to hug me and she whispered that she got the heat and I didn’t. Her smile was all wicked and I wanted to kick her in the shin. I went home to my freezing cold floors. As I laid in bed that night, I knew that I was going to have radiant heating, even if it wasn’t like hers. The next morning was going to be the last morning that I got up and stepped onto a cold floor. It would be the last morning that I jumped out of the shower and yipped when stepping onto the frigid tiles. I bought heating strips on my way home from work. I also picked up some cheap timers. I plugged the heat strips into the timers and I placed them around the bedroom and at the base of both bathroom walls. I then set the timer for half an hour before my alarm went off. It may not have been her kind of radiant heating, but mine didn’t cost thousands to install, either.