Remember when Savannah and I were at the swings in short sleeves? What was that? About two weeks ago? Well, all my Seattle, Chicago, New York and other cold region friends can now take solace in this:
Another thing about a house built in 1920 – not so much insulation – we are freezing. Our poor thin little southern blood. Savannah doesn’t seem to care. She’s still cruising around in her bare feet and is warm and toasty.