You know what I don't like? I don't like when, during the winter months, our house is often colder inside than it is outside. This happens a lot with our poorly insulated chill-prone old abode and our weirdly fluctuating weather. Outside gets cold. The house decides it wants to be cold too, maybe not quite as cold as outside, but close enough. Then outside gets warm. But the house is all like, "Um, I'm still kind of doing this cold thing. Yes, I'll get warm eventually, but please don't rush me..." Dang ol' persnickety ol' house.