Friday, January 29, 2010

Cold Feet makes Buffalo Momma

See the stick? I'm getting ready to beat someone.

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???


  1. The whole roof 'leaks', or rather is inadequate. I have told you this MANY times. There are no cracks to fill, it's simply too thin being as it is old BARN STEEL.

  2. Our house freezes, too. Mostly in the back room, where the foundation is crumbling.

    Once there's enough snow to shovel up against all the outside walls.... ahhh. Warmth. Until then, we freeze.

    And, since we had that thaw, we're freezing right now. :( I don't like it, and my baby can't play on the floor. Because it's freezing down there!

    I think I'm ready for summer.