Thursday, October 27, 2011

Interesting: when I was freezing to death because there was no fire, my beloved husband told me that it was not cold. I disagreed. A lot. I said that I wanted a fire. He said he needed to clean the chimney. He'd get around to it. I said I was cold. He told me it was not cold. It's been going on like this for a couple weeks. Our only source of heat was the ventless propane heater in the livingroom. When the sun went down, I was freezing. Unless you talked to Tim. Then I wasn't cold at all.

Well, my beloved 'gimpy' has been home since Wednesday.

We have a woodfire going.


I do not think so.

Oh, and PS. It is snowing today. Bill posted a picture of Kalib on his daddy's shoulders in the first snow. Look at the wonder and joy on that child's face. Adorable.

The look on my face contains no wonder. No joy either. Just saying.

Unless of course, you are talking about the fire.


Roland said...


Kelly said...

I'm glad you finally got some heat. I hate being cold. It makes me miserable - much more so than being hot. Good thing I live in the South.

WhiteStone said...

We sometimes use a small ceramic heater to heat up a specific room. Works wonderfully!