Sunday - Darn those Connors and their evil alcohol ways! Sleepy. Cold. Very sleepy. Drive back, crash, bail on a potentially groovy Super Bowl party. Watch the game, feel "eh" overall about the commercials, then crash again.
Monday - Cold. Cold. Cold. Cats clinging to us like velcro. Good news - all the work that we'd done the last few years paid off with the pipes not freezing in the crawl space. Bad news - we have a Death-Star-reactor-sized column at the core of our home that allows really cold air to freeze the pipes INSIDE THE HOUSE. Downstairs has water, upstairs does not. Joe balances precariously on a ladder that's on top of stairs in order to insulate pipes. Yay Joe - no one has to take a sponge bath in the kitchen.
Tuesday - Cold. Have ADD at work. Cold.
1 comment:
You're right about that ADD. Perhaps we should prescribe a few shots of Ritalin to go with those beers... :-)
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