I am getting more and more frustrated as time goes on with the fact that my feet are cold.
We live in an old farmhouse. It leaks. There are cracks and crannies that let in the wind and the cold and the breeze and the freeze. I don't like it. Not one little bit. This is a picture of me in the morning, in my kitchen:
I've asked and asked (and asked again) my sons and my husband to figure out where the cold air is getting in, and SEAL the leaks.
They haven't done it. I am getting ANGRY. You don't want to make me angry.
There are two ways to accumulate wealth. One is to earn money; the other is to not spend it. It's stupid to pay literally thousands of dollars on fuel oil to heat this house, and let the heat escape through the bathroom roof and the other cracks and crannies.
Can you tell this BUGS ME???